Not that I’m claiming to be wise or anything, but….
“Each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.”
Felíz otoño, guys. If you have the giddying pleasure of being in New England this fall season, go pick up a leaf. Play in a pile of them. Go for a hike. Enjoy autumnicity (don’t look to Webster for the verity of that word, I definitely just made it up… but it rolls off the tongue, yes?) in all its leafy, red-yellow-orange-ness. Bake some pumpkin muffins. Or pumpkin seeds. Or just put on a cozy sweater, fuzzy socks and slacks, sip a cup of tea and breathe in deep.
Or, I mean, don’t. But seriously, DO IT.