Crisp as the air was against my bare arms, I couldn't complain - then or now. I adore nothing like the first of Fall, walking to my car beneath the orange glow of street lights after hours of class, knowing that some years ago this is when my life began. Again, there is beginning in the turning of leaves and the slow process of cooling southern earth. Change hangs just beyond my grasp in this different town, this strange place where the new path pleads to be journeyed.
And onward I travel.