I find beauty in nature that most people disregard. I love seeing red, orange, and yellow leaves all over the ground that most people rake up as soon as the last leaf falls. In the spring, I love my overgrown rose bushes that most prune, throwing away hundreds of chiffon-like roses. I like it when the grass is a little shaggy and dark, dark green. I still like everything trimmed back eventually, but for that week that it is overgrown, it’s so neat to see my backyard as an enchanted forest or secret garden.
Right now my purple wisteria is a mess of dried up, flimsy leaves and my rose bushes are reddish brown and there is a small patch of leftover snow in the shaded corner of my yard. Fall in Reno is one of my favorite things in the world. In the morning, it’s a bitter, dry cold. The sky is a brilliant blue, cloudless, and bright from the sun. It smells like sagebrush. The city is covered in reds, oranges, browns, yellows, and greens. I drive to class in the morning, hands cloaked in leather gloves, coffee clutched, waiting for my car to warm up enough to crank up the heat. I listen to The National or Bon Iver. This is how I remember Reno when I used to visit when I was a little girl. It’s my stereotypical memory of Reno, and I long for it every year.
I feel like my personality is fall. My favorite colors, favorite foods, taste in music, etc. I picked this dress because it is my favorite color. I can dress it up or dress it down. It’s perfect for a chilly fall day.
Also, it makes me feel like a badass witch, and all I really want in life is to be Hermione Granger, so I think I’ve accomplished all my goals. I wore my moon necklace with it, because that’s probably what a witch would do.
*Song of the Day: Lemonworld–The National*