The wind violently rustles the fall leafs. The golds and reds shimmer in the sun, until they are gently stirred and twisted off. They float on the crisp cold fall air and gracefully peddle to the ground.

As a side note, I can't help but think of NH. I miss it, to an extent. It's filled with a bitter sweetness. I love and hate going back. I see what I escaped, but I remember the way in which I did. The fact that it wasn't my choice still makes me clench my teeth and swallow hard. God how I wish it wasn't disguised as my best interest. I haven't yet decided. Yes, I am no longer stuck in a dead town, forever staring at a glass ceiling. But I've also lost the relationship with my family (if I ever had one to begin with).
I still don't feel close with them. I never have, and it's too late to try to kindle that. Unfortunately independence was taught to me rather then the importance of family. It's leaked into my relationships and evident in my ability to let go of anything who's "close" to me. It's a double edged sword.

But back to the point. It's a beautiful ordinary fall day. And I am a perfectly ordinary college student. This morning I awoke at my friends house. After a long night of socializing and light drinking, I had him drive me back for my rehearsal. Dressed in a long black pea coat, a scarf, and armed with a Carmel Macciato, even I was impressed how wonderfully indie I looked. If it weren't so windy, I'd probably study on the green. And for once, How content I am blending in.