First day of the new university semester. This is, finally and from what I can tell right now, my last semester at uni. When the tundra rose blooms, the sky feels higher and the air smells of ripe apples, that’s when school starts and you know it’s fall. It means the start of something and fresh books and new pens. It’s easier to breathe and anything can happen.
It makes me wistful but it’s good, it’s familiar and comforting. There will always be a new fall and the beginning of a new school year. It’s safe and maybe every school year is not super exciting but this year is. It feels great.