The year is growing old. Soon enough, it will be Autumn, with it's cool, clean air, and leaves that do not change at all. Where I come from, Autumn brings nothing but a break from the blistering heat. The leaves stay the same, and so do the people, and the places. Labor Day came and went, and now here we are, with the first cold front as we stand on the line where Summer and Fall collide. It was beautiful outside of my school today. It had been raining earlier this morning, and the clouds were beginning to part, therefore the thin, streaks of light reflected off the last of the raindrops that clung to the leaves of the large oak tree in front of the gym. It was a lovely sight, and the cool, breezy wind blew the hair from my face as I climbed into the tree. I cracked a book, "The Perks of Being a Wallflower," and started inhaling the last few chapters as if they were oxygen. People passed by, and my actions were questioned once or twice, but nothing really mattered. I could feel the branches swaying, and I felt like I was a part of the tree. There you have it. Autumn is a beautiful thing, but it also gives me a horrible feeling. That feeling when the best day of your life ends, and you know that there is that long, lonely walk home, or how you feel when you fail at something very important to you. The start of Autumn means that Summer really is over, and the carefree atmosphere life supplies is no longer there, and we have to breathe, like normal people, who have problems, and issues, and scheduled events that we do not want to return to. And I realize that I never noticed how much I was suffocating before now.
