leaves.

I liked autumn, I always liked autumn the best, just like my mom did.

The house smells different. The air is crisp. There's the (short-lived) excitement over the start of a new school term. Holidays. Stews. Sweaters. 

This autumn I just want some new shoes, I want to learn things, I want to figure out how to enjoy tea, I want to meet people who believe differently, I want to adventure with my friend.

But as my "final" summer (one I wasn't actually supposed to have) comes to a close, I kind of miss it. Hot night walks, bare feet, short shorts, lake swims, sleeping on the couch, watermelon, spontaneity, dry ground. 

This has been my favorite summer.

I know things will change, no matter how much I would rather they not. I will grow older, we could grow apart, responsibilities, people, classes, parents, life. I don't want to go back to how it used to be, to how lonely it was. I can only hope the future will be even better than the present.

Soon it will be autumn, and I can't stop it.