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The below is an actual journal entry that I wrote on the A-train as I was traveling to work on September 11th. It was subsequently published on a now-defunct website and was entitled "Prelude."


September 11, 2001
8:15 AM
It's one of those rare late summer mornings: crystal-clear, bright, blue sky, fresh east wind; lovely. These are the days I live for. Nothing can upset me for very long during September, October and November. I feel good; refreshed. To me, Autumn is like starting again. It really is, you know. Spring is the rebirth but Autumn is the preparation for the rebirth. In the fall, we lay the foundation for what follows. In Winter, we develop like the dormant plants in the ground and in the Spring, life begins again. Summer is adolescence, adulthood, and old age all in one. You know, in the beginning of the summer, you possess all of this energy: gotta have a romance, gotta do this, gotta do that. By mid-summer you've settled into your routine, whatever it may be. By August, you're tired of everything -- tired of the heat, tired of your lover, tired of the frenetic pace of summer. You're exhausted in late summer--especially by late-August/early-September. However, by mid-September, the cooler weather begins to set in--nights are cooler and star-lit--days are clear and exquisite! I can't wait until the leaves start to change. I wish I was going to Ireland again this year...I think maybe next year... I'll deal with my problems after the Fall. I just want to enjoy the Autumn--I don't want to get bogged down in the shit during my favorite season.