Its the colors, its the leaves, its the chill, its the breeze.
I like watching the trees explode with color just before they shed their coats to brave the winter bare.
I like knowing that soon it will be cold and all there will be to do is to sit inside with warm drinks and warmer conversations.
The experience is only intensified in Copenhagen. The ancient ivy covered buildings are now on fire, yellow and red. Walking to school on century's old cobblestone, withering leaves descend from durable branches to grace those stones below my feet. And instantly everything feels surreal again.
Not much to say except that I am about to leave for travel break. I'll try to update if I find a computer to use, but it might be about three weeks until I can blog again. Anywho...here are some lyrics to a white stripes song that reminds me of Fall. Enjoy! Vi ses!
dead leaves and the dirty ground
when I know you're not around
shiny tops and soda pops
when I hear your lips make a sound
when I hear your lips make a sound
thirty notes in the mailbox
will tell ya that I'm coming home
and I think I'm gonna stick around
for a while so you're not alone
for a while so you're not alone
if you can hear a piano fall
you can hear me coming down the hall
if I can just hear your pretty voice
I don't think I need to see at all
don't think I need to see at all
soft hair and a velvet tongue
I wanna give ya what you give to me
and every breath that is in your lungs
is a tiny little gift to me
is a tiny little gift to me
I didn't feel so bad 'til the sun went down
then I come home
no one to wrap my arms around
wrap my arms around
well any man with a microphone
can tell you what he loves the most
and you know why you love at all
if you're thinking of the holy ghost
if you're thinking of the holy ghost