Autumn in the desert is like everything else in the desert: sparse, subtle, spare.
Still, there is a way to love it and here's my secret: be cool.
Just, like, wear skinny jeans and an ironic tshirt...but not on purpose. Don't let your face register emotion under any circumstances, even during a bear attack. When you see a friend, nod imperceptibly. Perceptible nods are so eager. So uncool. If someone bursts into the room, screaming: Anthropologie is going out of business and everything's on sale!, don't break a sweat. Don't show how much you want it.
That would be uncool.
No one will even know you're friends.
If you'd like things to be more obvious, if you want things to be more rich, exuberant, excessive, abundant, and vivid...you know where you can go to get it.
But don't expect it to be any more breathtaking than this.
This is autumn in the desert, dear reader.
Did you see it? Did you nod imperceptibly?
Of course, I don't nod imperceptibly. No way. I could never be that cool!
Darling, when I said be cool, I wasn't talking about me. I was talking about you! You do it. You wear the skinny jeans. I'm past hope. If someone bursts into the room, screaming: Anthropologie is going out of business and everything's on sale!, I will register emotion.
I will break a sweat.
There's nothing subtle about me and the desert, dear reader. Not even close. I bound around in it like a freshman with a crush on the most popular boy at school. Is it painful to witness the adoration written all over my face while he hangs out with his friends, never once looking in my direction?
Who's to say? Who's to question the balance of such things?
All I know is someone has to do it. Someone has to be cool.
Otherwise, what would happen to all the ironic tshirts no one wears on purpose??