divine angst

I walked outside this morning to discover that it is fall. Yellow, paper-rustling leaves covered the sidewalk, the sky was grey with hints of blue peeking through, and the wind–barely more than a breeze–carried a slight chill.

It is, after all, October. I should not, therefore, be surprised to see the trees turning or find the mornings darker than usual when I’m out walking Himself. But I am. I am always surprised by autumn–and no more so than this year, coming on the heels of a delightfully fresh Indian summer.

When I did I become cynical again? I did so well over the summer, getting back to myself, my optimistic self. Now, though…I find myself doubting everyone’s motives, mentally cursing what I see as busywork, and just generally turning into a crabby, bitchy person.

Maybe I just need more sleep.