The greatest thing about being a forgetful person is that I can reread books and rewatch movies with great pleasure, not just pulling new things from it, but being surprised yet again when the plot twists.
The second greatest thing is the seasons. I forget, when it is winter, what the spring madness and the blooming of the flowers feels like. I forget during spring how heavy and wet the heat presses down in summer. I forget in summer the cool, clean feeling of fall wind. And right now, I can't remember winter clearly enough to write anything except that it's cold.
Fall has come here, a little early, and I am enjoying it so much. The wind and the chill make me feel energetic. I love it when the apples ripen, when it is time to make stew again, when the long pants come out of the garage. I love thinking about Halloween approaching, going to Stone Mountain when it's cool, and watching the leaves begin to turn on the trees. It's not time for fires yet, but I have started to think about them, about reading aloud beside a fire with Aaron and Livy.
The fall makes me want to go out and get a few adventures.
