Today I am writing a research paper at home, feeling anxious and knowing it is 75 degrees outside, I convinced myself that a nice walk would be just what I needed to conjure up some mental freshness before really attacking my paper. hmmm...
Instead, all I want to do now is go on a run, and take more pictures of falling leaves.
I felt like a kid in the middle of their first pile of leaves. I sat on the ground and felt alive with the whistling wind shaking the trees of their summer's growth. I walked, pointed my camera, and tried to catch leaves on their way down, finding myself not the best at action shots...
... this was the only decent one I got, but it seems to sum up the atmosphere well. It's a partly sunny day, wind blows on and off, allowing leaves to precariously cover the streets with gold...
It feels like a dream sometimes, to be sitting in my apartment in Chicago, looking out the window to hundred year old trees and brownstones. I feel the fall coming, I feel leaves changing color right before they fall. I pray that I don't do the same, that as my color changes, and I enter into my next season of life, that I too will not fall. But if I do, at least I will be lining the streets with gold...
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