september

The commencement of the scholastic year typically is the calm before the storm.  As the academics,  slowly slide into our responsibilities a routine is established to help set the pace and rhythm of the year. This year however, looks on paper as the most intense semester yet. This realization has been intensified by my distaste for the changing season.  Left with a bitter taste in my mouth after saying goodbye to the most magical summer months, the feeling of fall is much like that of unwanted visitor.

Well...what was once a winter waste land has now been transformed into an oasis of green with leaves that cascade over blankets of grass. This green has come with gallons of unwanted rain that is uncharacteristic of Winnipeg.   The torrential downpours reminds me of the lower mainland in early winter. It makes me wish for a cozy sweater, a certain pair of tattooed arms to be wrapped around me and a cup of hot chocolate. (in no particular order)
Le sigh...
This weather is not conducive to a productive september.