I am curled up with my boook in my cozy $25 thrift store chair. It looks like it's from Anthropologie and so it always reminds me of that goodwill commercial. You know the one where the Goodwill ambassador notes that while "some people spend a lot of money to look vintage, others just go to Goodwill and buy the original?" That's my chair...it's a threadbare original that looks eerily similar to one found at Anthropologie. I'll have to post a picture later. I love the fall. Well, I love all seasons but there's something almost magical about the fall. I walked into my apartment tonight to see my roommate snuggled under a blanket, listening to Frank Sinatra and reading a book and everything about the scene said "autumn." The brisk wind blew in through the open window and I was immediately filled with a burst of energy at the idea of the changing season.
Before my roommate knew what happened, I ran back out the door only to return with a bottle of wine, 2 slices of warm cherry pie and a pint of vanilla ice cream. As we devoured our sweet fall treat, we talked about relationships and spirituality, leadership and the unknown. I excused myself to the kitchen to whip up a few loaves of honey poppyseed bread while Michael Buble filled my ears and the scent of the lit Oak Forest candle filled the air.
It wasn't long before there was no more conversation but, as I've posted before, it's incredible all that is shared and communicated without words. When I think back to my time living here, in my little ghetto apartment, years from now, I hope that this feeling of comfort is what I will remember. I am almost saddened that I want to sleep. This is a nearly perfect autumn evening and I just don't want it to end.
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