It feels like fall today, crisp air outside and new candles burning inside. Fall is one of my favorite nostalgic feelings, I’m not sure how to describe it other than it feels like the mornings before school. It carries that bittersweet rhythm of endings and beginnings. Like my old feelings are dying with the leaves, then resting in the winter and blooming again in the spring.

It’s a weird feeling to know that I am my only constant. That even though I will move and change, and grow into new versions, that I will always love the fall the best. Every August I’ll anticipate the feeling of each past love that will die with the leaves and watch myself get better and better.

August has always been the resting spot. An anticipation of what is to come and gratefulness to see everything green still. Taking it all in before the days get shorter and cooler. An observance of self before changing and falling, growing and becoming.