I just realized it’s going to be September in a week’s time. The first of the “ber” months and the last before the semester ends in a crescendo of eye bags and unwritten papers. I don’t know if this should make me sad. It’s one less month to burn before graduation, yes, but then I’m really not sure if I want to move on to the “next chapter.” I feel like I’ve so much to go back to.
(Quiet Sunday afternoons in the relative gloom of your room make you write these kinds of things.)