and now suddenly it’s autumn in new york. the last few weeks (or months, actually) have been warm and balmy, and now it seems like summer has left and autumn is here.
which is really nice. it’s one of those beautiful windy days, slightly chilly, with big clouds floating overhead and that distinctive winter solstice light. and i really shouldn’t let myself wax poetic about the weather, because:
a: it’s kind of mundane (well, not for me, but conversationally it’s pretty trite).
b: when i talk about the weather i sound like a fruitcake.
but it is a beautiful autumn day. really. and the trees near my house are losing their yellow leaves, and just yesterday i was looking up in the branches of one of the trees and i saw a big squirrels nest way up high near the top of the tree. do squirrels stay in their nests all winter? i imagine they do. what else could they do? bury themselves in mud like turtles and frogs and slow down their metabolic systems?
then in the spring time the parks would be full of sleepy, muddy squirrels. and that would compromise their cuteness and people would stop feeding them and then the squirrels would die. maybe through suburban natural selection (survival of the cutest) the sleepy, muddy squirrels died off and the squirrels who spent the winter in treetop nests lived to procreate. so the muddy squirrel has gone the way of the neanderthal. if it is, in fact, the neanderthal who died off. i forget.
wow, from autumn in new york to neanderthals in a few quick sentences.
i’m just a walking non-sequitur, huh.
have a nice day.
-moby