A couple of weeks ago, I can't help by notice the changing colours of fall, and the falling leaves.Boastful red leaves, hasty to change its colors before others are the ones that fall first. I can't help but draw parallels between this natural state of things and my own state of mind. I have not had a moment of feeling settled, since I have been back here. My mind is stretched across a vast temporal scape-- thinking about navigating through the immigration policies for my off campus studies for Winter term and how that would affect what I would do after Carleton, which I have no clear idea as of now.
In short, I have been too hasty in moving on, and finding it difficult to remain in the present time, here at Carleton. I hope that the wind would blow gently but I know I can't rely on that, any more than I could rely the connection of the stem of the leaf to the tree itself. To slow down the process of changing colour or to hang on tight? Or perhaps the fall itself will not be so bad afterall, if we learn to glide the wind and land gently.
