I have written mountains of articles, poems, and pieces, about how this season has always meant, to me, starting over again. I blame it, and always will, on school always kicking off right at the tail end of August and first blush of September. It will forever feel like beginning again, the machinations of school roaring back to life. An example is below! :)
In Autumn, We Begin Again | 9.8.24
I thought it was the light, for a long while I thought this. The quality of it, the angle it comes and spreads itself across this tiny part of this giant planet. Maybe it’s the light, I would think and rethink and wonder about for years and years. Had to be the light.
Today I wanted to dive into that, but for us adults that haven’t attended a class for however many years. Let’s do this…
