16 August 2005
Optimism and Temperature: Inversely Proportional
Today for the first time in weeks, or ages, it's stayed pretty much below 80 degrees all
day. A little cloudy and ominous with rain, but still comparatively lovely. And on my walk
home from the subway after work, I was strangely buoyant. My mind was zooming along: job
opportunities, new apartment, sweaters & skirts & tights, new books, could get a puppy,
decorate the new
place, accomplish, accomplish! Like every other year at the slightest hint of fall,
really -- the primal back-to-school switch in my brain is triggered, and I'm unstoppable!
Even though there's no school to go back to, and it's supposed to creep up close to 90 again
tomorrow, and my sweaters are still crammed in the corner of the closet, where they've been
for months, waiting for a trip to the dry cleaners. I know, I know. But I turned off the
air conditioner and opened the window, and painted my nails a dark, unsummery
shade, and I am pretending for a little while. Fall's coming, slowly, along with every
possible everything.