There's a certain slant of light

As much as I make fun of Emily Dickinson, I really do love that particular poem, and I thought of it today while driving to work. Dickinson's slant of light was that of a winter afternoon which, not surprisingly, depressed the living hell out of her. Such was not the case with me today, but still.

Even though it was hot as usual, today looked like fall -- the clarity, the shadows. Fall is probably my favorite season. More so than spring, it gives me a sense of hope and anticipation. It brings the promise of cooler temperatures, and it reminds me of that scared-excited feeling I got at the start of a new school year.

I'll be happy when the temperature drops some, for my own sake (I'm a much happier grammarian in crisp weather), and for the sake of poor Texans struggling to pay their utility bills. God knows they need the help, especially considering our great state government seems slightly less than committed to easing their burden. I'm no expert in budgeting, but surely our legislators could have found a less sadistic way to boost health care funds. Sigh.