By Gianna Piroso
It’s September 3rd, the day after Labor Day.
I woke up at 6:30 and did what I always do when I wake up at the crack of dawn: open the blinds, letting the sun sparkle into the dorm as an angelic tune plays.
Okay, no I didn’t, I checked the weather app. But what I saw was truly divine. The weather in Washington D.C. read 58 degrees.
Tell the meteorologists to ring the bells, fall had officially (unofficially) arrived on the East coast, and I knew exactly how to celebrate.
There I was, about to take on the treacherous trek to the Don Myers Building for the feat of 8a.m. statistics class. My earbuds were in position, and the moment had arrived.
With a deep inhale, I pushed play on the first Spotify search result titled “Dark Academia Fall,” a playlist branded with a photo of a gothic cathedral and that was definitely made by an honorable 15-year-old girl. The iconic lyrics of “Dark Red” by Steve Lacy guided me across the campus like a guardian angel holding my hand.
This is who I am meant to be. Every drop of excruciating, summer sweat has bled into this moment.
As the wind blew back my hair, I imagined I was not walking, rather I was hovering through the air on a broomstick. I breathed in the chilly air and exhaled pumpkin spice and wool fibers of infinity scarves. The green leaves washed themselves shades of burnt sienna and orange as they danced through the air (they were very green and very stuck to the tree).
Finally, the start of my own “Dark Academia Fall.” One outside of my Spotify fantasy, during which I will wear thick turtlenecks and find non-prescription round glasses.
Finally.
But then, I regretfully checked the weather app once more, this time with childlike hope.
It is now September 6th because I needed time to process what I am about to tell you. I was in a state of denial, some may say. Are you ready?
Tomorrow, September 7th, the high in Washington D.C. will be 81 degrees.
I hope you heard my ghastly sigh.
this is so well written and relatable as a fellow autumn lover!!