september 20--warhol's autumn

I spent about an hour at the coffee shop across from the college this morning, reading The Time Traveler's Wife as I waited for class to begin. I was reading a part about Clare's mom, and there was an absolutely beautiful paragraph that describes what she sees as she sits with her mom and gazes out the window. (Clare is 27).

I look up from the book and consider my own reality. (Mike is 49 and 32)

It feels like autumn.
It is slightly cool and there is a soft breeze blowing yellow and red leaves across the grass.
It makes me happy--autumn is my favorite time of year.

As I walked past a bench on my way to class, I saw a banana.
It had nothing to do with autumn, but it looked like it would make a good picture.
I was reminded of something from a long time ago.