A good choice. That type of jazz seems right for fall. It goes well with slightly chilled air and slanted light, I think.

It is funny. And true, in that we let our burdens define us. I could probably stand to do that less. Maybe I would be less sharp.

No one in particular. To me fall is the loneliest of seasons, but not in a bad way. Everything starts to die and you get to thinking about the characteristics of your own life. It’s nice to reflect. […] Although the year before my father had died. Maybe I was thinking about him, in a small way.