nature's barenakedness

it'd make my day to 1) be your favorite blogger and 2) for you and your peoples' people to choose healthy by creating an account with nutritional frontiers using referral code "Lyss".  regardless, the day is mine to do what i please with it, so i came to starbucks.  blogs and cups of coffee sounded perfect.  before venturing out to my small city, indiana, i changed my outfit about five times, no bedroom messes.  ocd does not allow clothes to pile on the floor.  you can say i've been fickle today, and i can explain.  changing outfits shows an amplitude of seasonal frustration.  and wanting a new city and scenery magnifies it all the more.  hence, i'm begging god to arrange a seasonal change for my birthday.

 

picture this:  new colors and nature's bare nakedness.  notorious winds and creation's most indecisive, unapologetic motions.  i want to wear scarves and bundle.  when i drive, i want to see leaves scatter and swirl across double yellow lines and gray pavement in my rearview mirror.  the scenery is like an installment plan diverting beauty in your brain.  anyway.  i want fall faster than you can say, "i do too, alyssa".              

last night it stormed; i loved it.  it was like earthquake weather.  i cracked open the window and sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea.  i made sure to use my favorite mug for the special occassion.  i noticed every thunderstorm god is precise, so articulate.  i drove in it for a bit, just to be reminded of who he is.  thunderstorms i feel close.  the loudness and heaviness.  the flickers and feel of the rain's texture and weight, slippy silk and light.  god is real, people.  real and raw.  forget what everyone has been telling you about this thing called religion; there is no such thing.