September

Funny how change happens. Life is a stack of mostly anti-climactic revolutions: Things that start out as a good way to spend a moment turn into lifestyles, and most of these eventually get squeezed out just as easily as they came in. It's the end of summer and change is in the air. You wake up one morning, super refreshed, take a deep breath and find yourself pulling out that song you almost finished writing, the painting that needs some love, the phone number of an old friend. What I'm not sure about is whether this is a learned behavior or some natural response to circadian cycles. Does one too many depressing winters teach you to do a hard reset every fall? Or are we hard-coded this way?

I'm playing again.