End of Summer, Beginning of School
There's a slight hint of Fall in the air. A little is from silver mornings of low clouds, and a little is from an ever-so-gentle bite in the air. It comes in with the ceaseless Nevadan wind, which has picked up the last few days. And the sun, it doesn't feel as heavy lately. I know that soon, the bite will turn colder and move through me more easily.
A new semester starts tomorrow, and I keep forgetting it's the end of Summer. It barely feels like I had one at all. More like I cheated myself out of it with a class and washing dishes.
This feels like it's going to be harder than the last one. It feels like it's going to start getting dark sooner. It feels like I'm going to be buried in books and study and writing. A solitary but not exclusive-to-me process of putting my head down and plowing through.
I'll see you on December 18th . . .
