the first days of autumn... it's my favorite time of year.

after seven months in iraq, my dad came home today. talking on the phone with him i experienced one of those moments where words don't just seem insufficient but fail altogether. but it wasn't just that either. we spoke (eventually) about cal football, the chargers and nl wild card race, and for however much that shifted the focus off the relief and deeper feelings i was experiencing, i was thankful for it as well. it had a reassuring normality to it.