I've been contemplating writing this post for the past couple of days, and it's finally gotten to that point where I can't really put it off anymore. Autumn has always been a favorite of mine, but I can honestly say that usually, I'm not particularly sad to see it go: snow means Christmas and Christmas means an end to exams and the beginning of a new year.

This year autumn has been a struggle for me. I found myself noticing the first tree on campus to change colours, and I can still remember where it is: the bush to the left, on the far side of the footbridge over the river. That was two weeks ago, and there are no leaves left on that bush. I tried to take advantage of my ability to be outside, I went on long walks and took myriads of pictures for no reason. But I can't let it go this time. This summer was too wonderful and amazing to be able to embrace the fact that it's over. Time has been going really quickly for me the last few months, but as soon as the snow hits the ground the world turns a little slower. And with the world turning slower, I can't spend all of my time wishing for next summer.

It snowed last night.

It didn't stay of course, but my heart dropped to my toes and the realization came that I couldn't waste my time resisting something that is so utterly out of my control. Now I'm left feeling bereft, not a little be sad, and apathetic to everything I have to do in the near future.