School time

The weather is starting to feel like school time. I think you know what I mean. The soft breeze slipping though leaves- soon to crinkle underfoot. The air is almost damp yet holding onto summer's warmth, not quite ready to succumb to fall's cool breath. Soon enough the squeak of yellow breaks will peak over waking hills, full of sand-filled eyes and butterfly stomachs.

It's a wondrous time, almost like new life, full of new experiences. Then again, it also marks summers close and the freedom it holds. This is alright though, freedom is cherished because of it's fleeting nature. It's time for the grasshopper to collect grains of wheat to provide sustenance throughout winter. Responsibility comes with aging seasons and therefore brings balance. When there is balance, there is order. With order comes protection, survival, and freedom; Finally brining everything full circle.

Fall is starting to appeal to me, to an extent. I do not wish for the cold and snow quite yet, but the necessity to work and learn is ringing loudly in my ears. Fortunately, I will be taking a graduate course this fall. It both terrifies and excites me because it seems like a grueling challenge, yet one I can conquer and grow from.

Oh man I really want some deep dish pizza. Anyone up for another road trip to Chichago?