September 17, 2005 - 4:28 p.m.
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Yesterday, or perhaps the day before, I came home and noted that there were a lot of leaves on the ground. Today I opened my windows so Ramsey and I could eat on the windowsill. I was suprised to experience a chill, instead of the usual warm, fresh air. It seems that the very beginnings of fall are upon us. I love the summer, but I can't say that I'm not excited for sweaters, crisp walks, pumpkins, cinnamon, and hardbound books. Aren't those all the property of autumn?
I love sitting on my windowsill and looking towards the park. I like to see that people are playing tennis, walking their dogs, and I find great satisfaction when the bus stops and I see people getting on and off. I don't know why. I think I just like confirming that the world is as it should be, and as I assume it is when my shades are drawn.
I'm afraid to love Ramsey because I'm afraid of losing exactly what I have right now - warm arms, lazy days in bed, and feeling at home with his roommates.
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