Virtually Home

Today, I lost a great uncle. He was a wonderful, earnest, slow-smiling kind of man. He was good, and I will miss him.

Autumn is like that feeling when you get on a really huge and rickety rollercoaster and the car stops at the top of the first drop and you think, "Oh god, I want off." But there's no stopping the rollercoaster car and there's no stopping autumn from turning into the relentless misery that is winter. Sure, at the end of the ride (er, winter) you convince yourself that you're proud of having done it, like it was some kind of accomplishment. And at least you're cooler than that wimp who didn't try it. But it's not fun. Particularly not at that moment, waiting for the drop, when you realize what's in store. I want summer back, and I want it back now.