Autumn in Summertime.

There's just something about this weather. 

Weather that is grey and unsettled -- disquieted. Weather that threatens rain, but not too seriously. This weather wakens something deep inside of me.

It's a feeling I am not much used to, but yet

I revel in it. 

I adore this calm. This lost-in-thought-staring-out-the-window-for-hours-without-saying-a-word kind of feeling.

There's just something in the way the trees move, their leaves hostage to the blowing of the wind. It. Enchants. Me.

It has captured me with its freedom. 

Freedom that allows the leaves to leave the trees.

And as they float down,
it seems to be fall.
And at the same time I fall just clear of the wall,
past confusion and

anxiety.

And suddenly, everything is -----

clear.

Clarity, though momentary, brings -----

peace.

And with peace comes -----

hope.

Hope for a cliché "brighter tomorrow" free of today's sorrow and despair.

And again I find myself just staring out my window -- wordless and inspired.

There's just something about this weather.