The autumn air is taking onto itself a vivid clearness that wakes up the soul.

Tonight I drove down a back road with the windows down, stealing glances at the outline of the mountain to the west against the vestiges of the sunset, and pretending I didn't know where the road went.

It was so lovely in the interim that I didn't really mind ending up back at civilization.

Life

takes so much time...

I am spending my afternoon today in horticultural pursuits.  (Do you ever think about the word horticultural?  It's an interesting word--not immediately beautiful, but there is a potential for richness and splendid ripe mellowness in it.  Rather nice.)

Firstly, I went to the store, forgot the principal thing I meant to get, and fed my favorite summer vice.  First a few autumn colored asiatic lilies caught my eye.  I couldn't resist their vibrant charm.  I picked up some deep red carnations to put in wing welcome gifts  Then, as I was walking out of the floral section, I found great tall stems of glads on sale.  And the peach glads were simply so exuberantly joyful, I couldn't help myself.

Hi, my name is Kaylyn, and I have a flower addiction.

After coming back with my arms full of flowers (and hijacking the vase that had been dedicated to the acquisition of aquatic frogs), I got up enough courage to trim out the dead leaves off Athenasius and Eusebius, who have developed a bad case of unhappy yellow leaves.  I am now on my way to water every living thing in the room (good thing my roommate is out ) and clean the fish bowl.

It's a beautiful madness...

The rich flavors of jazz and coffee mingle, wafting out the open window into the dusk.  Intangible sensations, just beyond the grasp of my fingertips.

I have not listened to instrumental jazz in a long time, and it somehow fits the mood of my life right now.

Hours looking at grad school sites this evening, but only the uncertainty that has haunted my summer stares back at me, the frustration of not being able to let go of what comes next and embrace what is now.

Weary, waiting, dreading and wanting at last the gentle but firm intervention that unclasps my cramped hands from the wrong dream.

So.

Last camp, which means the last week ever with my first roommate ever.  ...sniff...

Soonly coming school year, which means smallish time left for DRW.  ...panic any time now...

Obligatory discovery of new artist.  ...like Buble's voice, love the jazz standards, find his live in concert dvd absolutely revolting (also discover that I hate 'song for you')...

Random TA work.  ...when we TAs say we would do anything for Dr. Hake, it's not hyperbole...

Preoccupation with play stuff for possibly spring.  ...begging to be allowed to cut language...

Spontaneous moments of real life.   ...afternoon at Baltimore's Inner Harbor with a couple alumni...

...and such.