There's something about this time of year, the clouds get darker, the weather cooler, I can just feel fall coming to michigan. This is both my favorite time of year, and one of my most dreadful times of year. It is during the fall that I think michigan is at it's most beautiful, the leaves turn into the most vibrant colors I have ever seen, the air dries out and becomes crisp, and I can wear sweaters, but don't yet need a jacket. This season also always brings stress. School begins again and I worry about classes and the future, the sun starts appearing less and less and I feel the effects of seasonal depression. I look forward and see the many many months of winter ahead of me and begin to prepair what I will need to get through.
Late summer and fall also bring an entirely unique feeling to me, I want to call it the need to travel, or "wanderlust" as so many Facebook posts call it, but to me it feels more like the need to run, or as Zepplin and the Allman brothers put it, the need to ramble. Whenever I drive anywhere this time of year I get this deep urge, from a place that only primal and base instincts come from, to just continue driving as far as I can go. I'm not sure if it's an urge to escape the winter, or just the want to explore, but it's happened every year, and I think one of these years, when I have the means, and the time is right, I'm going to see where it takes me.
Peace