There is something about fall.
Fall always sends me into a bit of a tailspin. Like things should have happened by now, like maybe this was all the wrong plan — and as I bite my lip and suck it up, maybe I’m missing out on an alternate universe where everyone’s actually blissful. I think it’s a hangover from summer. Maybe this is the part where I wake up with a headache and fight through a groggy veil and wonder why everything’s tilted sideways. But pretty soon I’ll get to the part where I’m huddled in a diner booth with pancakes and eggs, hands cupping a heavy, steaming ceramic mug of coffee, watching the midafternoon light stream through the windows.