FALL
Last night as I read, I came across this line: "We invented this premature
autumn, we fill magazines with cute woolen sweaters and bright-colored scarves..."
I was suddenly hit with a feeling I hadn't had for years, that excitement
of the cooler weather, and looking at the August Seventeen with all those
pictures of fall clothes that were so gorgeous.
Back then, I would imagine what I would look like in them, always cool with great hair, or course. I loved wearing the wool plaid pleated skirts, the Oxford cloth blouses, and the crew neck sweaters. And loafers, must have the loafers. And as it got colder, a CPO jacket or peacoat. Kicking my way through the brightly colored leaves, I would revel in the feeling of being alive, that anything could happen, maybe even getting a boyfriend (be still my heart). As the years went on, I would still get the need to pick up that fall Seventeen, and get that rush again. Eventually though, I seemed to have lost that feeling. Khakis and clunky walking shoes replaced all those cool things. Who cared what the fashion was, comfort was what mattered to me.
Then I read those lines, and Woosh!, the feeling was all back. I wanted to go to the library and get a hit from that August Seventeen. I wanted that feeling of excitement and anticipation. That was last night. Today, I am too lazy to go to the library, but maybe I'll take a look at the magazine on my next trip. As I sit here in my sweatpants, I am too lazy to do much of anything. But I will carefully put away those lines, and every time I want a quick thrill, I will read them. Woosh!
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