Wherein I long for crunchy leaves and fall winds...

This past week I discovered what my favorite kind of music is. To my surprise (kinda), it wasn't rock, pop, new age, dance, or even classical (which I love.) It's Josh Groban. Now, I know he's not necessarily a type of music, but I'm not quite sure exactly what genre he's under.

Have you ever listened to a piece of music and felt a longing for something you couldn't place? And then after a while of thinking it over you realized that it wasn't even something incredibly significant, but it said a lot about you? I have. Whenever I listened to Josh Groban I would have this almost sad feeling. And then I placed it. It's a longing for autumn in the city. For knit cut-off gloves, for long knit scarves, brown hoodies. For leaves that crunch. For the color orange. For sitting in a park and sipping tea or coffee and reading a book or sketching or writing. For falling in love right then and there (with who-knows-who, but still...)

Kinda dumb? Probably. Goes to show how too-romantic I am.

Maybe someday.