Accio Brain

Fall is actually a great season. Gold, red, frosty green and hollow browns. Its a great time for pies, apple and sweet potato, great time for blankets and wistful books. To further this image would only be too poetic. So I'll go back to my regular diction. Fuck winter, fuck summer. It's all about those transitional seasons. I wish that Spring was the beginning of the year, not winter. That's when everything begins to grow, everything is new and fresh and smells of rain: clean and new. I want to go apple picking but I think it might be too late. I wanted to go on a haunted hay ride, but my parents wouldn't allow it. Fall should not involve pre-calculus. Math does not fit into this season, it would only take too much effort. Math should be saved for winter when there is nothing but blinding snow and disappointment.
If you don't get it, thats because I'm not making any sense anymore.