Yesterday, walking to school, i looked up at the cloudy sky, let the crazy wild wind swirl around me (let’s say i’m a potential airbender) and i felt a mad grin spread on my face. It’s autumn again, my world. The japanese are complaining non-stop about how cold is it, while the temperature’s just right—though if i don’t want to catch a cold from the wind, i’ll have to take my leather jacket out of the closet.

Autumn doesn’t feel separate from winter at all, not for me. It feels like home. Gray clouds, wild winds, long shadows, fresh sunlight. Five o’clock tea. Longer nights, more quiet, more cold. The one thing i’m not afraid of this year is love craze coming at me in the autumn… No chance. (Prove me wrong.)

Autumn’s here again, and it’s beautiful as always. The wildness of the lake, the raging winds, the swirling leaves… Though i’m afraid all the fallen leaves are cleaned up way too quickly by zealous caretakers. Walking in fallen leaves during the autumn is just like walking in the snow during winter. Cleaning kills it all.