This Is My Brain on Drugs
I suspect that fall has always been rather beautiful in Michigan. This is my third fall here, but this is the first time I have really appreciated the beauty associated with dying chlorophyll. Trees have burst into flaming shades of red, yellow and orange. My three year old and I sit at the window and watch the leaves gracefully cascade toward the earth while she squeals and I breathe it all in as though I were observing it intentionally for the first time. Allow me to back up. I am a girl who adores summertime. I love blue skies, warm water, peaches, and sundresses. I love the sunshine and the way it makes me feel. I begin to fret at the beginning of September because I know, from experience, what lies ahead for me as summer comes to a close. The days get shorter, my brain becomes foggy, and I become as lethargic as an old house cat. This year I decided to be proactive. Per my GP's referral, I v...