It's cloudy and too humid. I feel tired and restless.
Someone yesterday asked, "What is it about seasons changing that creates such a strong feeling of sense memory?" It's a handful of things, I think - the shift in the air, the way deep breaths feel differently, the slow churn of the constellations overhead - but whatever the explanation, I feel that way too. I can't walk 10 steps without needing to write something nostalgic. I'll spare you those thoughts. I just wish it were any day other than this gray Tuesday and that I were spending it anywhere but here.