for a servant who's not serving...
so, So, SO tired of the hot hot heat here. i'm ready for fall. and layers. and scarves again.
the prince leaves in the fall though. that... sucks.
fall is my favorite. the smell of October. the sound of leaves under my feet. the sound of leaves scuttling across the streets. that crispness. those golden afternoons.
you can move somewhere where it's spring-ish, or winter-ish, or summer-ish all the time... but not where it's autumn year 'round. things can't constantly be hurrying to death i suppose.
i had a breakthrough like none-other with Trippin today, while i was at work. random. and wonderful.
i also added to my non-ff-fiction-plot-bunny-notebook. which may be even more wonderful. i've been waiting for this one a long, long time. i can write my own truth and call it fiction, right?
truth. oh, the truth.
(i'm not whole without a soul to wait upon.)