A tase of season.

Ashes fall from the sky like rain. Everyone's affected by the smoke, from the fires. Helicopters fly over head, circling around the city. Firedrill bells ring and chime. "I wish we didn't have school." leaving people's mouths and fill my ears as I walk past them. The sky is a bright shade of oranges and browns. Smoke clouds in the distance, blending in with the mountains. If life were black and white, you'd think it was only harmless fog. But in color, it's so, so much more.




While I listen to the leaves crunching beneath my feet, as I'm walking to class, I realize how much I enjoy this weather. I don't mind the wind as much as I did last year at this time, because there's actually nothing wrong with it. The air smells of trees and maple syrup, all I can ask for. As I think about those things, and halloween just around the corner, I am happy. Happy with mostly everything. The change of weather affects my mood in so many ways. I want to be more optimistic and look at the bright side of things. HA! Like that's gonna happen.