My coffee is too hot and it burns my throat going down. I still drink it though, not waiting for it to cool off. Today is the first real day (of fall) when I can feel the damp of the rain and the cold just around the corner and I can breathe again without choking on the heat in the air. This changing time is always my favorite time of year; I don’t like extremes, I like the fading of season-to-season. I suppose that fall, in a way, is full of life, not like spring when everything is growing but in the way that everything seem more alive and vibrant during these few short months. I’m going to savor them, drink more than my fair share of Starbucks and take pictures of every leaf and love life because as much as fall is the beginning of the end of the year, this feels like an ending for me too.
I think too closely about endings and beginnings and how they flow in and out of one another. The end of something marks the beginning of something else, and so on.
This is the beginning of...what? My last fall in high school, at least.
Rainy days make me introspective.
And all of this is news to you, but I failed the written test on Tuesday, passed it on Thursday, and I've only driven once since then. I'm in love with my Illustrator class and Pre-Calc isn't horrible. I'm back in a place I haven't been in years, meaning that words mean more than photos and it feels so good to write, as evidenced by the first two paragraphs. My job is perfect and I haven't met anyone I don't like yet. Relient K sings Justin Bieber and Switchfoot has a new album out on Tuesday.
Here's to a happy fall.