These days are the kinds of days that I look forward to... if I had a camera. The crisp air. The colors on the trees. All of the variations of this make me depressed. So depressed that I stay in and avoid looking out the window. Yet I sit here typing making sideways glances out the window. Yellow-oranges against bright blues. Shadows playing taunting games at me. Days like this should not be wasted. Here I am just sitting here.

Here is what I mean...