Fall, Fall, Glorious Fall!

I can feel it in the air, in my hair, a whisper of a breeze puts the ache in my knees...

Ok, no poet am I, but my favorite season of all is approaching, is nearly here....AUTUMN!!!!!!!!
It's not just the leaves. People love the leaves, the "colors." Me too. But it's the wistfulness, the melancholic ACHE of fall that I love.

I always think back to a fall day when I was in seventh or eighth grade. I had just gotten some new clothes, and that beautiful fall feeling was in me, and in the air, and I went outside in my new jeans, my new burgundy corduroy blazer with a pink oxford underneath, and my matching new burgundy shoes. I found the wind, faced into it, and sang (I think, maybe it's just this song I think of when I remember the memory) "Never stopping with her head against the wind" from Flashdance's 'Maniac.'

Stop laughing. It was a meaningful moment for me.

And now, my first autumn in quite a while without Brad. I was, am, feeling great without Brad. And I wasn't/am not LOOKING for someone. I've got enough going on without that. But something about the cool air, the nip, the bite, the early darkfall....it makes me long for that shoulder, that strong arm. Fall is about highschool football games wrapped up in a blanket with someone warm, a blanket that you keep picking up because you keep leaping and cheering for a team - any team. Fall is about slow kisses on the living room floor, backs against a loveseat, a blazing fire warming your feet (with help from the kisses.) For those of you married, do you remember kisses that didn't lead to sex? No, not kisses that didn't lead to WANTING sex, those are some poor kisses, my friend. No, I mean the kisses that stretched for hours and left you aching, but whole, and wanting more but not going there. Those were GOOOOOOD kisses. Somehow, the abundance and availability of marital sex turned kisses into something more akin to fast food, rather than the tortuous gourmet delicacy they once were.

This fall, I'm missing the kissing.

Holly is about to call me in a fit. I love you Hols, for worrying about me. I just said I was MISSING it, Mom, ok?!!?

So.
1. I'm missing the kissing.
2. Helping Katie with karate at her class, I found I was a lot more flexible than I thought - and more so than many of the orange belt ladies in there! Touch my toes? HA! I can palm the floor, baby!
3. I can still do cartwheels!

As FFH sings, "It's a good day." It REALLY is.