I Woke Feeling Autumnal Today...
This morning, I woke feeling cold. Sometime during the predawn hours, a breeze had blown through my soul, and I woke with a longing for autumn. Longing? No, I was feeling autumn, the mythical autumn of Bradbury, a state of chill, with clear, blue late afternoon skies and the smell of leaves (perhaps burning or not) in my "mental" nostrils. Then, I did the commute to work, and felt the humid reminder that I am, yes indeedy, still a month an three quartas off. It's August and warm and muggy. Inside, however, I'm still feeling a Michigan October... The kind I swear I can recall from my childhood, whether or not it actually existed outside of the world of books and my own imagination.
In this state of mind, I dallied with the notion of reading Jim Moore's Hallowe'en release from Cemetery Dance (Harvest Moon) but decided against it (for better or worse, I'm still in the summer of lit-that's-good-for-me, and there's a long line of Horror Reader books for the "down" time -- none of which are Hallowe'en set books, alas). Instead, I picked up The Heart is a Lonely Hunter and discovered myself in the autumn setting of young Mick's prom party.
I adore these characters (particularly this feisty girl, Mick). They echo the unspoken (some might opine "Keep them to yourself, Mr. Robichaud." Thanks. I shall) portions of my soul... I'm sure that whatever this says about me is not at all complementary. Am I a lonely person? Why yes, sometimes. Aren't we all? Me, perhaps, more than most. :)