this is an intermission.

last night this cold front pushed its way through the black hills and has arrived on the plains, sweeping out the twilight and bringing the crisp smell of fall. this is an intermission, soon the temperature will spike once again, but right now i need the seasons to change. since the early spring it has been summer inside my bones, and now the toll is starting to take, forcing a weathered ache to posses me. i am ready to watch the leaves turn from green to something more subtle. i want saturday afternoons filled with tests of the college grid-iron with my dad, listening to him carefully explain the way the left tackle should have countered differently. i am ready for walks where i can catch a shiver off the river's glass-top, forcing me to pull the hood closer around my face. i need the time encapsulating air that will flow down from the mountains and cleanse my lungs. i'm ready for the summer to be done, i'm ready for life to move on.

listening to -
hip-hop saved my life - lupe fiasco (the cool)
we are nowhere and it's now - bright eyes (i'm wide awake, it's morning)