Apparently summer has just disappeared in a haze of nights and afternoons. Three completed summer classes (!!!!!), beach days, wandering around Peterborough, one flight to Calgary, one change of house, two new roommates, one new boyfriend, lots and lots of nights out.. It's been fantasmical. Crazy, busy, filled with friends and summerness. Lots of bike riding and late night runs. In fact, it might even be the perfect summer. I have one month of freedom before my final year of university begins, and less than that before I turn twenty-three. I think I'm becoming a real life person.
Calgary is chilly and rainy, and it feels like it would in Peterborough in late October. Part of me is glad, because I love fall, and when I return to Peterborough it will still be full-swing summer. I won't be able to wear jeans and new flannel shirts for a few more months, and if you're anything like me, you love wearing flannels, jeans, jackets, sweaters, and feeling cozy inside with a cup of coffee. Sigh.
I dream in mountains and cold, damp mornings. I dream whole.
