sweater weather

i love these temperatures, this light, the edge of chill in each breath and the likelihood of wind.

i love the crunch of black walnuts below our tires when we drive in the driveway. I love the golden nostalgia that casts shadows everywhere from anytime after three in the afternoon until the crispness of the dark night comes again.

i love my raggedy wool sweaters and my hole-y jeans.

i feel flooded with a million memories in autumn, but half of them never happened to me. They are memories of my grandparents putting on coats and my teenager parents donning sweaters and all of them walking to cars or down the cabin road or through the Soo Locks Park holding hands. I'm lonely for Michigan and jealous for every little unimportant memory and anecdote that prefigured my life....