This time of year rolls around and all I want to listen to is Sufjan Stevens. Enchanting Ghost just takes my breath away. Things have been pretty mellow lately. Though I'm busy with school and work I'm still able able to do what I love - write poetry, sketch whenever the notion hits me, think of entrepreneur ideas for the future, take long walks, and see my friends on the weekends. On top of which rain has been pouring down in sweet, soothing showers almost daily. Everything is really quite lovely. I hope Autumn is treating you well.
The flannels and sweaters are worn daily. At night the air grows cold and damp and the candles are lit. On Friday my friends came and we listened to Dead Man's Bones around the bonfire. This time of year is entirely rejuvenating.
I've begun my last year in high school and all I can think about is brownstones in Brooklyn, the sweet autumn air of Manhattan, and attending a school where English professors teach me the art of literature.
This image really captures this fresh, driven feeling of wanting to move away to New York City or somewhere beautiful and go to university for the next several years. I can't wait to see what God has in store for my future.
"June dawns, July noons, August evenings over, finished, done and gone forever with only the sense of it all left here in his head. Now, a whole autumn, a white winter, a cool and greening spring to figure sums and totals of summer past. And if he should forget, the dandelion wine stood in the cellar, numbered huge for each and every day. He would go there often, stare straight into the sun until he could stare no more, then close his eyes and consider the burned spots, the fleeting scars left dancing on his warm eyelids; arranging, rearranging each fire and reflection until the pattern was clear..."
- Dandelion Wine, Ray Bradbury
The air is growing cooler, the once vibrant green earth is becoming tinged with gold, and I am excited for the books to be read, the art to be made, and the good times to be had with friends. This fresh start that Autumn brings is intoxicating.
Some leftovers from 4th of July weekend that I never shared. I'm remembering how soft and dreamy this weekend was. Thinking back, getting nostalgic for the mellow summer vibes, that weekend really feels like this song. Only in summer do you swim at night when the stars come out and fireworks are bursting and reflecting like a magic kaleidoscope over the water. Only in summer do you stay up till the early morning talking on the porch of UFO's and books. The photos really say it all though - summer is the greatest.