Fall is a beautiful sad.

Fall is my personality in season form. It's the ideal combination of melancholy and subdued happiness. No two days are the same.
Summer is so blatantly cheerful. It's the perky blonde cheerleader of the seasons. Each day is hot and bright.

Winter is a bit too sad for me. I'm not big on punishment, and winter feels like a cruel parent who constantly scolds and hits me with bitter winds and drifts of snow.

Spring is ok I guess, but doesn't seem to have a personality of its own. It latches on to winter one day and summer the next.

I like fall because she is complex. She experiences the sunny warmth of the day, but knows the cold and dark of night.

Fall is a person all her own. She has a smile on her face but sadness in her eyes, because she knows the trees will die soon. But she also knows they will be reborn later.

Fall is a person in transition, like myself.

Graves

when I am lonely or frustrated here in Thailand, I pull up this picture. I keep it on my laptop desktop for easy access.

It's a Postsecret, anonymously posted online. It terrifies me. I love it. I want to lie in my grave knowing that I did all that I could with this life. I will dream of what I was, not what I wanted to be.

Erin