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17 Sep 2009 10:51![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shichahnWent out to fly Amelia about an hour ago. The cold air and the mist in the trees mean one thing only - fall is here. I know it's supposed to get warm and sunny this afternoon and stay that way for a couple of days more, but I suspect that will be the end of it.
Much as I like summer, I've always enjoyed having a fall birthday. Something about that morning chill, the fog and the falling leaves is really beautiful. I know I don't have the same understanding of fall that those who live in the Northeast do, but here in the Northwest it's still a fun time of year despite the many conifers. There are corn mazes and pumpkins and cider, and the hawks migrate and the flock of eagles descends on Sauvie Island. And I suppose that typically, fall means time to go back to school, but I've never really associated the two, luckily enough. I'm one of those strange academics who doesn't actually like school. Sure, I'm eager to go back next fall so I can get my MS degree - speaking of which, agh, today is e-mail graduate professors day, so scary - but I'd much rather be out in the field, counting, tracking, catching, or flying hawks. Research and falconry go hand-in-hand, haha.
Anyway, I'll stop boring all of you with my rambling musings on the weather.
Oh, and apparently I'm 24 now. And I know people always say "oh I'm a year older, it doesn't feel any different" but, well. Since over about half of the past year I couldn't remember whether I was 23 or 24, and occasionally had to do the math in my head to remind myself, it really definitely feels the same to me. :D;
Much as I like summer, I've always enjoyed having a fall birthday. Something about that morning chill, the fog and the falling leaves is really beautiful. I know I don't have the same understanding of fall that those who live in the Northeast do, but here in the Northwest it's still a fun time of year despite the many conifers. There are corn mazes and pumpkins and cider, and the hawks migrate and the flock of eagles descends on Sauvie Island. And I suppose that typically, fall means time to go back to school, but I've never really associated the two, luckily enough. I'm one of those strange academics who doesn't actually like school. Sure, I'm eager to go back next fall so I can get my MS degree - speaking of which, agh, today is e-mail graduate professors day, so scary - but I'd much rather be out in the field, counting, tracking, catching, or flying hawks. Research and falconry go hand-in-hand, haha.
Anyway, I'll stop boring all of you with my rambling musings on the weather.
Oh, and apparently I'm 24 now. And I know people always say "oh I'm a year older, it doesn't feel any different" but, well. Since over about half of the past year I couldn't remember whether I was 23 or 24, and occasionally had to do the math in my head to remind myself, it really definitely feels the same to me. :D;
