I have spent over a month without writing a blog.
What does that say about me?
What does that say about you?
Yes, you. You, for not saying, "What the eff, Casey? Why haven't you posted lately?"
Kidding.
It's entirely my fault.
Who reads my posts anyways?
Today, though, I write.
I stayed late in the office and was torn away from my desk by a fire drill. The time was about 5:15 P.M. central. The heat was still as intense as any summer day (the first day of fall was yesterday). The leaves were blowing across the parking lot making crispy noises from being completely dry. I was standing in a way to block the setting sun from blinding a coworker. I looked at her in her sunglasses and even though I was blocking the sun and she was wearing shade she was squinting.
I knew it was electric blue time.
Electric blue is that shade of blue I only notice during fall. I remember remarking to her that it's the only time of the year when the sky will look like this. I said something about Autumn sunsets, but I don't think she agreed.
I whirled upwards and stared into the clearest of electric blue. The color also reflects the time of year when that chill just starts to whisper in the early morning.
I can definitely see why people love Autumn so much.
Autumn is for lovers.
When the trees are falling asleep, the people are wide awake.
