First day of Autumn. I realized that, although I'd love to live in 70° Bay Area weather, there's something special about having four distinct seasons. I get this feeling, nostalgia or déjà vu, perhaps, that means time keeps running and turning over.  Certain feelings are seasonal.  If I'm stuck in a constant state of sunshine then I'll forget that these feelings exist.  Most of the time, I love feeling something that I had once forgotten. The best type of remembering. 

via sparklespaz

Walked past the stationary aisle in Walmart the other day and had an urge to buy new pens and notebooks.