Seeing patterns

There was a time my dress sense in real life was much bolder than it is these days. I’ll probably die in a pair of jeans and a comfy hoodie and I’m okay with that. I mean, eventually. I’m not quite ready for a house to land on me just yet. At some point my usual attire will be deemed unsuitable for a man of my age. Actually, at 44 it probably already is, but I don’t hold with such absurd notions. You do you boo, and I’ll bloody very well do me. I might go back to wearing patterned shirts more often again. I’ve started dropping some weight since January and I’m still some way off from where I want to be with that, but I can start thinking about wearing cute patterns again. You know, stand out instead blend in? This is about the right time for a midlife crisis, right?

I particularly like small patterns in Autumn. Maybe it has something to do with how the leaves falling on the ground create their own random pattern. Sometimes it’s bold and chaotic, when the leaves are big and cover the full spectrum of autumn colours and sometimes the pattern is very subtle, with small leaves that are kinda just brown. In my mind, when a big old tree is losing a bunch of leaves all at once with a strong gust of wind, it is whispering to itself “it will all grow back, it will all grow back, don’t panic.” You thought that sound was the wind blowing through the leaves? No, it most definitely is the trees whispering to themselves. Occasionally you might even here an “ooh”, when they themselves appreciate the pattern their leaves have made on the ground. Right! I’ll just “leave” you with that thought.


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