Amabile - We would make a killing if we had a farm brothel.

I love fall. Never having experienced it truly...it has been a treat to my senses. The colors, so vibrant and full. Amazing that they are signs of death and the bitter cold that is to soon come. But for now...I will enjoy this fiery wonderland, and live in this beautiful moment.

With three companions by my side, I've escaped the city and am now surrounded by thousands of trees, red...yellow...orange. It feels as if I have entered a new kingdom, some psychedelic world that has never been discovered. There are two objectives at hand...to collect the best and ripest loot we can find...and to have an amazing afternoon together. We scatter through rows and rows of fruited trees, searching for the perfect pick. Taking heed of the poisonous foliage that threatens our good time, we climb to the highest branch for that which we seek. The first fruit for our own delight...each bite sweeter than before. Thereafter, we horde for the treats to come. It seems a lifetime since I've giggled like this...childlike and free. Today I have not one care in the world...they have all been forgotten amongst these autumn branches. With laughter, sunshine and satisfied souls we collect the spoils which we pirated from these great trees and make our way home.

Cibo Matto - Apple

I wish it could be autumn everyday... Or maybe I just wish everyday could be like this one.

Energico - "This DJ is SICK"

With an amazing new friend with me, I take the city by storm in storm. Not letting anything stop us...not even this crying sky. Liquid courage guides our way, giving us the spark to keep on. This energy is too much. Where are we? Where are we going? Who cares as long as we're having fun...and together we dance. It's all a blur. From clubs to warehouses...band after band...beat after beat...we dance. How long can we keep going? They're going to have to shut us down.


Crystal Castles - Untrust Us

How can one describe a caffeinated alcohol high? Dancing, spazzing, talking....not stopping. Where can we find a taco stand at 3am?

Magnifico - "We're gonna have to let you go," so I went.

From here I can see every ray, every beam of light as it delicately hits the leafy floor. Magentas, blues, yellows, oranges, and greens dance with each other through the light and take their bow amongst the grass and leaves. Some rays even so lucky as to reflect magnificently against stone, thus continuing their glorious waltz. Each one...so different..moving with the sway of the branches between them and their powerful source. This spot I have against the tree provides me with a perfect view of this incredible show. As I look up I see the shadow patterns of light against leaf and leaf, as if each are vying for the attention of the sun, swaying back and forth in their competition. Soon they will all fall, and aid in welcoming this glow to its denouement.

Radiohead - Motion Picture Soundtrack

The sky is raining sunlight, and it is so beautiful.

Grave - A VERY unexpected change...

Once again I've been rudely awakened by my alarm...that chirpy little tune which calls for the end of my slumber. As I quickly disable it and look to greet the sun with my eyes, I realize...the sun isn't there. It's rainy and cloudy, and the streets are covered with a layer of water...early risers walking around with umbrellas and rain boots. I stretch my toes to the end of the bed, preparing them for the cold floor that they will soon make contact with. But...what if I just turn over and go back to sleep in this bed of feathers in which I lie. Would it really be that bad? Would anyone notice? I could just hide in my dreams instead of face the cold, rainy mess of the outside world. As these thoughts go through my head I feel myself willingly drifting back to sleep. Until suddenly I realize...it's half an hour later, and I'm not even dressed. I reluctantly drag myself out of bed and perform those same monotonous morning activities. Oh the life of a working woman. As I finally bring myself to walk out the door, umbrella in arm, I say to myself, "all I want is to sleep until 12 on a Wednesday." If only...

Festival - Come Outside!

Maybe I spoke too soon...

Melancolico - More than I ever could have imagined.

I'm in love with an invisible man. Even though he's there, he's not. And everyday feels like there is something missing. When I share, I share to you, not with you, and I miss the sharing of us together...and that which we shared. When I close my eyes, I can see his, but on opening realize that he is not here. This picture of him in my head is just an illusion, a memory. One of the past. What of those memories of the future? When will they come? How soon if ever until I am able to touch his hand or kiss his cheek? Have these times passed? And if they have, they left me behind, for I am not ready to close this book. Instead I want to fill it with even more stories of our love and experiences and intimacies - stories of the present, not memories of the past and regrets of this circumstance.

Beach House - Some Things Last A Long Time

I guess what I'm saying is, I miss us.