“As a woman I was taught to be hungry. Women are well acquainted with thirst.”

I drove to work with the windows down this morning. I finally sensed that static in the air, the dusty, wet smelling wind that arrives with fall. The hair on my arms and scalp tingled, a mixture of excitement, anxiousness, and relief washed over me. The transition of seasons is not always a palpable change where I live. It’s not here until I can feel it.

That’s the only way I can describe it. This annual vicissitude has always inspired a mix of emotions, and for whatever reason, I tend to look back on the events of the year like many people do at the beginning of a new one, and feel as though I can press the reset button. I think my internal clock has always been a little off.

I’ve been internalizing, dealing with stress and emotions I keep to myself too often. I have been trying, but failing, to determine what part of my routine or surroundings need to change in order to feel content with the day-to-day. That song, Feels Blind, has been bouncing around in my head. I’ve spent a few drives home playing it on repeat hoping that the way it resonates with me when I hear it would pull me out of this blind feeling.

Some of the relief that my mind was thirsting for, I felt during my drive this morning.