Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

It’s crazy to think that the last time the seasons were supposed to change, I wasn’t around. And the time before that. My transition went straight from last winter to 9 months of sunshine, heat, sandals and iced coffee (or niu, whichever you prefer). I surrendered all the wonder that comes with changeover from winter to spring to summer for “rainy season” and “dry season,” the only change where I was being that of whether or not I needed to bring the dry bag for my camera. All of a sudden, I’m reminded of the beauty the seasons bring. Yes, it’s cliché to be all romantic about autumn, but fuck, if you could see Boulder right now- the sun filtering through the trees as they wrestle with the wind... it makes me believe in things. For real. The fact that places near the equator have no understanding of fall and spring makes me wonder… what if, somewhere else… there’s MORE seasons! I can’t wrap my mind around that… I guess that explains my desire to travel farther north (hopefully the Northern Lights! Soon!) just to make sure I’m not missing something.

I’ve been thinking a lot about after graduation. This is good and bad, good because every time I look at a new place I get inspired, bad because, well, I can’t graduate as soon as I thought, and now I’m stuck in the intellectual purgatory paying my dues until the middle of July. This gives me time to find a travel buddy. My sister just emailed me with words of the Philippines in February. I might just get a taste of the world earlier than I thought. I need that.

Luckily, the snow is falling, which gets my mind off all the upsetting graduation stuff and reminds me why I moved out here in the first place, what makes me happier than anything. I forgot how wonderful it feels to slide velvety through an undiluted field of white. Mmmmmm.

hey, here's me, in case you forgot what I look like (ahem... come visit...)