Fall Sense/Sensation

First moments of Fall Sense

Definition of fall sense – nostalgia of cold wind, heavy sweaters and crisp colors in the crisp air. The smell of burning wood mixed with the first feeling of a true cold in your lungs. Flannel is not only cool but it’s practical, it’s the standard as opposed to a kind of lame fashion statement. Realizing how stupid it is to even think about making fashion statements because everyone is too cold to care about what you’re wearing, and you’re too cold to care how baggy your sweater is or how boringly gray your coat is.

My fall sense-ness springs from the change of my own scenery. The drive from Brattleboro to Keene changes every day. The scenery is like a moving picture in my eyes. Trees bloom overnight into vibrant fall colors…The drive is long and cathartic and I’m actually ecstatic about going to work this afternoon, despite being extremely sleep deprived.

I never thought that I could feel so homesick at home. It has been 4 years since my last fall experience, and memories flood back to me about my childhood. Walking to the bus stop, Halloween and trick or treating, running with friends in the cold air.

Also, the prospect of ECB’s Oktoberfest, Magic Hat’s Ourtoberfest “Hex” and other Fall brews is more than enough prospect to make Fall my favorite season.

I drank Hex (a malty amber ale, medium body with toffee and caramel flavor hints with a smoky finish) the other day (see awesome animation here) and it really invoked spooky demons in my soul. Spookiness and cold dreariness is overwhelming my persona these days. The other night I was awoken by a pack of coyotes howling at the moon. I can’t wait to wander the woods of my backyard and come upon a ghost or a monster, an abandoned tomb or a dilapidated castle.


My imagination is wandering today, sparked by an overwhelmed heart, an overtired body and a malfunctioning brain in the academic sense (note how that sentence makes no sense). Class is droning, discussions too long and too disparate about obscure topics like “culture” and “conflict” is leaving me itching for some trouble.

Maybe nothing will happen, but something is going to change. I feel it in the air.