Perfect

Today was a perfect day, surely the nicest day we’ve had all summer. It was cool and breezy instead of nauseatingly hot, and it reminded me that fall is soon here and the earth will be pretty again. That makes me happy, and yet there’s always a strong melancholy mood that falls over me when the weather changes sharply.  I can’t explain it exactly.  It’s not depressed or hopeless -- nothing like that.  It’s just strongly somber, sadly thoughtful... rather, thoughtfully sad.  Now I’m sure I’ve lost you.  The strange part is, it’s very comforting; I am quite content to be so melancholy.