Fall comes swiftly in New Orleans, brought on by signs like some extra-frisky dogs and the urge to keep my windows open all the time, like we did in my freshman dorm at college. The one that didn't have air-conditioning. My bed was shoved into our dormer window, so it could fall over me. Fall.
The only thing I hate about Fall is that it means winter is around the corner, with its gray skies and lonely birds in the sky. I feel senses of loss in the winter, which are largely undefinable. Or at this moment. I don't know.
For all of you happy couples out there, congratulations. I am alone in my bed with "The Sound and the Fury." It passes the time until Spring.