10.7.2014 / fall, or lack thereof /

“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen." 

-Ernest Hemingway

"Fall" doesn't really come in Phoenix until December, but we like to pretend like we are experiencing it. The only sign we really get here is the readying of pomegranates. They always remind me of fall, even though I am still wearing a t-shirt and just dusting off my bicycle for riding season. This is more in honor of all the places that are about to cozy up for another round of the cold seasons. I've lived in them before and they are exciting at first, but then they always hit a point when it feels like it will never end. So this is for that. Know that spring in its faithfulness always comes. But first enjoy the changing colors now, and watch as the cycle continues into another year of blooming.  

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