There’s a fire igniting in the woods that surround me. Streaks of yellow course vividly through the dark greens and brown that I’ve become so accustom to, marking a change in the seasons that we all knew would inevitably come to pass. But as the aspens’ leaves outside my window fade and drop, I find that I am not yet welcoming of this harbinger.
Although tomorrow is only one day from now it seems distant, and the past few months have once again gone in a flash; leaving me wondering what happened to all that time. It’s not that I’m not adverse to Autumn, nor Winter, but rather the increasing rapidity of which my time here seems to pass.
I have said goodbye to the Beaver Meadows Ranch, where I have spent the past couple months working tirelessly to bolster my savings, which I can say was a reasonable success. Beyond that motivation, I made a few friends, got to live and work outside the city, and now, in retrospect, I think I am finally starting to figure somethings out, although these visions are hardly twenty-twenty.