why i hate the fall…

After an unrelentingly hot summer, the weather in Bloomington is now balmy and overcast, the air a dreamy sixty-five degrees.  The early feelings of fall waft in the breeze, and with them memories of autumns past, swaddling me in a familiar melancholy, an ache I can't easily dismiss. I have too many ghosts in this … Continue reading why i hate the fall…