'The day begins, just like any other.

I wake up in the comfort of all this bedroom clutter.

I look outside; another gray sky.

Looks like winter is coming early this year.

And I know it's going to be a real cold one this time.

A real breakdown take down cold on this time.

Yeah.'

Yes.

'This winter I retire' - Said The Whale.

Fall is here, and that sucks.

I wake up to cold. I go to bed to cold.

The afternoons are sometimes a glance of what the summer was;

sweltering and beautiful.

I'm glad that even on the hottest days I didn't complain.

And I didn't hate it.

I just absorbed it for what it was and made the best of it.

I sat in the bathtub, or swang on the swings.

Tany, do you remember that day?

It was funny.

I remember what I was wearing and the smells too.

My beige jeans I got two summers ago for the FOB concert that I didn't even end up wearing and my jean top/dress.

And my pink flip flops.

Man, those shoes were uncomfortable.

The rubber always hurt my feet, and the string that held the beads on rubbed against my toes in an awkward way that was painful after a long time walking.

I remember how the street smelled like punjabi food and it felt like the entire street was soaked in spices.

That was just after they painted Aimanvir's house that awful orange colour.

And I still had my ipod shuffle.

I woke up this morning to frost on the grass, and everything was green.

People say that in spring and summer, everything is so lush and fresh.

I disagree.

It seems to rain more in fall then any other time;

the skies just open up and let loose all the time.

There's always puddles and the grass is never yellow and dead like in the warm months.

The tree they planted in the spring in our yard is already loosing it's leaves.

I wish I had a camera, I just...always want to take pictures.

I'm thinking of sending a post secret, but I never know what to make it of.

What would I say?

I feel like I only have one chance to send a card in, so it better be good.

Like if I send in more then one I'm being selfish.

Remember that guy Matt from theatre company?

I do, obviously.

Especially in december...

one day during TBCPE, I was talking ot his brother Nick (sort of).

More or less, Nick and Neil were singing songs to bother everyone before we had to be quiet.

Nick blasted out with 'Homesick at Spacecamp' and I said 'That's like my favourite song!'

The next day Matt came up to me out of no where and started singing it in my ear.

I just walked away, and I wonder if he had a crush on me.

And I always wonder if the people I think about think about me back, and if they wonder if I think about them.

I think I blogged about that whole thing before though, so I'll be quiet and move on to something else.

I like how I don't complain as much anymore.

It lets me appreciate everything more.

And I like how I just...am able to see thing differently.

I just..I feel different.

At peace somehow.

Like I put my waiting on hold am just coasting for awhile.

Living, almost.

I still feel though like there has to be something else out there.

Like I'm not meant for this.

Something better.

Anyway. I started this picture hating that winter was on it's way.

But now it's different.

I can't wait for the snow.