there are some things that can always be counted on...

september means, fall, college football, school starting and the change in leaves...

it also means, for once in the last 19 years, i won't be going to school this semester. the good part is, i graduated.

the sad part is, i miss it.

there are some months in berea that were always my favorite, mid-september till about the end of october, berea was beautiful, everyone seemingly wants to be there, everyone is fresh from the summer and ready for school...

i loved walking around on campus, towards draper, watching the leaves fall and greeting old, familiar faces, seeing who was sitting under a tree and feeling like there was all the time ahead of me, time to grow and to just be...

whereas now...my life span just seems to be getting shorter and shorter, every decision is huge, every job prospect could lead to something completely different and i'm open to all these things, but the solidarity of school and learning and the aspect of time that school/college produces is almost a unique brand of bliss...

now, naturally this is all idealization, but its still something i wanted to reflect on as the days approach, fall and then winter...and then it just starts all over again, if nothing else, mother nature reminds me that nothing stays the same, nor do i ever want it too...

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