Autumnal Dreaming.

Still a little foggy, I just spent the last hour drifting in and out of a peaceful slumber in the back yard of Andy and Jenna home, my house for the time being. My dreams were filled with forests, mists, mountains, grassy knolls, elves, wizards and Black Riders. I'm making my way through the Fellowship of the Rings what can I say? I can say this, with that being said however, I'm not sure if all the details in this post are real or a result of passing out in the sun for an hour or so while reading Lord of the Rings.
[Speaking of dreams, listen to this song by clicking on the black play button on the right side of this page, thanks Caleb.]

I brought my trusty companion, J.R.R. Tolkien with me to Centennial Park in Holland because I needed to get out of the house and delve into an adventure even if it lay between the covers of a book. There was something in the air this morning too. I opened the window while I made pancakes [whole wheat and oatmeal = delish] and coffee [from Common Grounds] and crispy breeze blew into the house. The sun coming through the front window. It was a day to be surrounded in it.

Read leaned up against an old oak tree in the sun. Perused the library.*
Wandered the streets, passing under three large trees extending over the sidewalk, yellow in color. Fall. That's what I felt in the air this morning. I'm waiting with baited breath. Don't get me wrong. I love summer and this warm weather is spectacular. But I've got some sweaters that are calling my name. I want to have reason to wear my smart wool socks, watch a football game, sit around a bonfire in a hoodie. I want to break out my scarves and maybe finish the one I started making last fall. I'm ready for the leaves to change. Ready for the clean, sharp breeze to begin to blow. I'm ready for my favorite season.

Funny that my favorite season is about death. And the coming winter months, which I mostly dislike. The Autumnal season is short in Michigan, but it is my favorite all the same. It's about change. Change from light-hearted fun to somber, thoughtful coziness, unsure of what the next months will bring. Perhaps an analogy to life at present? Perhaps, perhaps.

I've got an itch, and the only cure is more autumn.


*Which on a side note, I figured it might be easier to get a library card in the quaint town of Holland than say the large city of Grand Rapids. No. I can't unless I can prove with my driver's license or a bill that I live here. Which I can't do, and no, to answer the librarians question, I'm not sure how long I'm staying and whether or not it's permanent. In Grand Rapids they said they could just send it to your address and that would be proof enough that you live there. Brilliant. Libraries are a beautiful thing, except for when you can't use them. Lame. O, and she told me that I need to change my GRPL card because I don't live on College Ave anymore. Which I won't be able to do because I still have no proof of address. But let's just keep that between you, me and the Herrick Librarian. I have some items checked out at GRPL. :)