9/04/2009

Autumn



I feel like it's been ages since the last autumn. Leaving a party after midnight the night air feels as if the past is sneaking inside the present. September has historically been a good month for me. Even though I'm not in school anymore, I feel like my mind has some intrinsic kick-start that revs my creativity as soon as it gets cool again. This is a roundabout way of saying I should start writing in the blog again.

Debbie at the office told me about this town called Rugby, up by Crossville. It's some old village founded by a group of citizens who wished for a town with "no class". Her words. I assume what she means is that everyone is equal there. Like so many with good intentions, the harsh realities of life interfered. The founders almost all died that first winter due to famine and disease. Debbie said she used to go up there when she was in college and rent out a bed and breakfast for the weekend to study. She said it felt like going back in time.

Today I feel like getting away. I want to go to Europe again. I want a week to do nothing except write. I have all these ideas for poems, stories, novels, and screenplays. This is a good time for me.