“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.
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There is something about autumn. There is such beauty in creation’s last burst of reds and golds before transitioning to the dull palette of winter.
I am beginning a new journey alone; for the past 3 autumn beginnings I have shared the company of friends as we got our heads around the the demands of gratuating to another level. I am glad I have the familiarity of gorgeous grounds; Gray’s School of Art may be pushed to the very end of the University’s spralling campus, but the best is saved for last.
I have no idea how this year will change or shape me- at this point I am unsure where to begin, but there is comfort in the knowledge that each season holds its own beauty, one drawing from another in a cycle where nothing is wasted.