Fall is on its way.

The first day of fall isn't until September 22 but you can already feel it coming.  Last night when I went riding it was already dark by the time I got to the barn and I felt a brisk breeze this morning while I waited for the bus. Football, tv shows restarting, no more white and seersucker (I don't think I actually own seersucker but if I did I would be shoving it into the less accessible section of my closet). I am excited for Fall. Winter is always too long, though.

Side story, semi-related.  I am afraid of the dark.  Our horses go outside at night to avoid the heat of the day. Usually my dad will take mine out for me after I ride while I clean up the barn but last night, no such luck. [Side note: yes, he knows that I am afraid of the dark. This is most likely why he usually takes mine out for me but it has never truly been spoken - it is just left to appear as convenience - he does that while I put things away]. As I walked Udo down the pathway between all of the paddocks I assessed my surroundings and inspected where boogymen could potentially hide.  The lights from the barn caused there to be two shadows of me while the shadows of the fence criss-crossed into a sort of optical illusion. I got Udo into his field (after a little scuffling - he stalled as though to say "are you really leaving me out here?!") and then baby Kieffer galloped over in the field next door and frolicked about, distracting him. I was all proud of myself, managing not to sprint the 150 meters or so back to the barn and acting like a mature 26 year old.  I'm sure my dad was waiting for me to come panting back into the barn. Though let's be honest - had I sensed someone [obviously imaginary] behind me I would not have hesitated in starting to flee. I wonder if I will ever grow out of this fear.  Doubtful.

Madame Cupcake