The best is cool wind in ambient heat – a signifier of autumn.
Seasonal shifts affect the mind in dramatic ways; I am a different person in September than I am in June. This month I will write more, and think more, and fixate. I will become the forest floor.
Exploration of both land and self will define and punctuate this time, for me. These events will likely happen simultaneously, and involve wooden instruments like pencils and guitars.
The video at the end of this post is my new favorite thing – one of the most beautiful captured moments I have seen and heard in a long time. Let us too go sit by a lake, singing and strumming in the low and golden sunlight, as green becomes red.