september

I love September. It feels so clean-slate new, and it feels so much like all of the thoughts I've jam-packed into summer are falling to the ground in brightly coloured leaves. It smells like death and growth at the same time, and I think it's important to see that the two should always accompany one another.

I find it imperative to my own health that I understand that new things are borne of the old disasters. Life and death happen on the same day, and it's sad and comforting together.

I like the parking lot at school in the fall. I like sun glinting off of car windshields and the big tree at the south end that blows its yellow leaves onto the road. I like coming outside after school and feeling smart and fresh and crisp, like the air. I like knowing that I'm chosing my own life.