As August takes one of its last heaving sighs, it lets out all that heavy air it has left within. It breathes in and out slowly yet methodically, taking in precious hours of daylight and swallowing them up whole, exhaling out the cool breeze that ushers in autumn. Once September arrives, the familiar lush green carpets and skyscrapers of yore leisurely fade to shades of browns, reds, and yellows. Endless days of sunshine turn to crisp windswept mornings and lackadaisical weekend afternoons that smell quintessentially like apples and pumpkins.
We affectionately disregard “Autumn” as the name of this new friend we’re playing with and we call her “Fall.” It is a title better suited for her. It is a moniker that means more than a literal tumble or drop. Such is a time so full of opportunity and double entendres. Students everywhere are falling back into rhythms of books, pencils, and desk chairs. You can almost smell the freshness, the excitement – the fear. Perhaps this will be the year they learn algebra or maybe it will be the year they lose their innocence. Young lovers are tragically falling out of love, the heavy heat gone from both the night air and their slow beating hearts. Conversely, those sidelong glances of mere acquaintances have others falling into love. These hopefuls believe the weeks to come will be as ripe as blackberries awaiting picking, bulbous and patient. Continue reading
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The feeling where you’re completely and utterly comfortable. Wrapped in his being, and snaked between his thighs. Where the warm patter of breath is exchanged in fumbles and fidgets. The feeling where you wouldn’t trade a second of it for anything else in the world. Where nothing could amount to the touch of his calloused fingers, or the whisper of hair brushing your forehead. Where the lines between human and humane are crossed. Merged. Blurred. The feeling that time is as synched and hurried as a heartbeat, the flutter of eyelashes, a quirk of the lips.
I’ll be the first to admit that rain can be annoying and a surefire way to ruin anyone’s day but I can’t deny that there’s a certain magical quality about it as well. Rain has this intangible power to make everyone retreat, head into their respective shells, and find comfort. I can say without a hesitation that the days Twitter and Facebook have the most status’ relating to “cuddling,” “watching movies,” and “eating comfort foods,” are on days where it rained (I say this because I’m one of those annoying people…).
So, in honor of this wonderful rainy day, I bring you a compilation of my rain-inspired comforts:
And my two favorite rainy movie moments: