I should warn you, I go to sleep.

The word of the day is “soporific.” I learned it on the train this morning (or re-learned it, anyway), and it couldn’t be more relevant on these grey fall days. “Causing or tending to cause sleep.” This weather is soporific. Lying lazily in the arms of a loved one is soporific. Eating comforting, autumnal foods (apples, spiced wafers) is soporific. Intense sex is soporific. Songs like cedar-scented woolen blankets are soporific. Songs with titles like "Majesty Snowbird" and "That Was the Worst Christmas Ever." How can the beauty be denied?

Good night.