approximately one month after it's official start, fall has finally come to texas. every year, we walk around from april to october dying of heat exhaustion, asking "when? WHEN?" and everyone plans some halloween costume in accordance with the unrelenting heat and every year halloween weekend brings a wallop of cold modesty, sending the "sexy angels", "sexy postal workers", and "sexy john deere tractors" into the awkward bulk of an overcoat.
blame it on the full moon in mid-october, or the changing temperatures, or the fact that everyone is just now settling from the austin-brooklyn-portland exchange program that happens en masse at the end of the summer, but things have shifted. there was a fire at our house. people are breaking up, people are getting together, people are losing touch and finding new patterns for getting by.
we're pulling out our coats and sweaters, we're realizing we may not have been the same size we were last fall, we're still sorting out which boots look okay with which pants. we're purging our lives, whether we want to or not, acknowledging that certain changes were perhaps imminent and could no longer be ignored. we start believing in ghost stories just a little bit more, but that doesn't mean we can't face what's yet to come. we bundle up, switch to whiskey, and lay a little bit heavier in our beds at the end of the day.