All those glances that we stole, sometimes if you want them then you've got to

Well then, they ask again, what does the air feel like? And we have to think about this. Air feels like air, we say, and the fishes laugh mirthlessly. Think! They say. Think, they say, now gentler. And we think and we guess that it feels like hair, thousands of hairs, swaying ever so slightly in breezes microscopic. The fishes laugh again. Do better, think harder, they say. It feels like language, we say, and they are impressed.
-Dave Eggers

It's been one of those falls, already. People getting sick, dying , losing jobs, pets, friends. I was so high strung last week I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. So high strung I couldn't stop moving, went running, got drunk, and finally slept again. I feel better now, but don't know how to fix things for the people I would like to make everything right for.

It was my sisters birthday last week, and this time last year I was in Disney in the crazy heat and fighting with my family because they are nothing if not difficult. But for now, for this weekend at least, I will appreciate the good parts of fall. The cool weather and the sun and the people at festivals. Hiking til I can't breath and learning to bike again, on my new bike which is slightly too big but I believe a good replacement for the bike that worcester ate.