fall
I love when the leaves get mildewy and soft. Eventually they’ll get all crunchy, which is good too, but I wish at least some would stay soft. I love when spiders have fur... those little animals... And I love a classic, old-fashioned web. Especially a wet web, droplets on it glistening as dawn walks in the room like a sitcom. Every time the seasons change it’s like I’m seeing it again for the first time. I want to wrap my shaking hands around and cup it, trying not to flinch as I feel it shift between my palms.