okay, this isn’t Andrea and I, but how funny would it be if it were. And why would Andrea look so sassy, while I’d be smiling rather weasely with a little shoulder-exposure happening. I do, however, own that shirt.
This post is in honour of Andrea Dyer- she’s on the road with Invisible Children, and like a neglected pet, I’m impatiently awaiting her arrival home in December. Soon after, she’ll have to start picking up the slack around here, so I thoroughly hope she enjoys her time basking in the California sun. Kidding, kidding. She’s running on no sleep and the disadvantages of being hit on by minors at schools across the greater southern California area. She is dearly missed, and not forgotten by her brother/sisterfriends Ross and Nada.
What I lack in a good friend, I make up for in abundance with all the activities the autumn season brings. Who needs friends when you’ve got a bike?
I often tell my friends that this season was the most beautiful season we’d ever get. And that the sunset is this powerful, staggering force that no one properly appreciates, even with my small words and larger hand gestures, I can’t even begin to appreciate it’s bigness and brightness. It baffles me that so-called ‘indoor kids’ have never really looked at the sun. It’s a giant fireball in the air that rises and falls everyday. I’ll even say a ‘wow’ or something of the cheesified nature because I don’t really know what else to say. September looks real good on the north. Here are a few songs to remind you of the only season where you can dress up like a monster, drink cider and collect piles and remnants of nature’s annual death.
Elliot Brood- Oh Alberta
The Cave Singers- Beach House
Woods- To Clean
Iron and Wine- Lion’s Mane