Fall.

Rusty red is appearing everywhere.  The evening sun casts golden hues across the horizon.  Green is fading quicker than a flash of lightening.  I miss spring and summer.   I've never been very fond of fall.  I've never enjoyed the lush green carpet of the world fading.  I've never been a fall person.  I have two exceptions to this, the first being a 2-3 day span where the leaves are still vivid on the trees with a Michigan fall sky, cooler weather (but still warm enough to have my car windows open), and a certain smell of fall floating through the air.   The second are the days when the fall has disappeared to a beautiful winter wonderland of white fields and cascading flakes falling from the sky.  After about a month of snow, I'm ready for spring. 

Over the past two weeks I decided to offer myself up as a travel buddy to my mom.  She's always wanted to go to Ireland, so I told her I'd go this coming spring break.  I'm not sure how this is going to change my plans for the summer, but a trip to Ireland won't be a cheap trip.  It's not that I don't want to go, I'm going to love it in Ireland, it's just that my heart is now set on going to Bali.  Maybe it'll just be a trip a month later than I originally planned?  Like a late June, early July trip?