The fact that I'm leaving didn't really hit me all that hard until yesterday. Fall has come to Wisconsin (it did a while ago but I was to busy to notice) and it's going ot be the last one I have for many years. No one does fall like Wisconsin, many people argue that Maine and the eastern states have better, but I assume that's because they've never ventured this far into America. But I have also never gone that far east at this time of year. So we could call it a draw.
Fall is my favorite time of year, many people could tell you this about me.
So I find myself gettin' a nostalgic up in this hizzy about what I'm goin' to say goodbye to.
There are so many things that I have found.
(picnic, lightening)
