Rushed, rushed, rushed. I looked up the other day and realized I had missed the first blush of coloring leaves. My favorite yellow tree was already revealing its bare brown. For compensation, I snatched a photo of the fallen leaves at my feet.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. Between projects, studies, attempts at maintaining daily physical activity, friends, and life, tomorrow is a convenient solution. Tomorrow is when I will finally sit down and set up my blog (and write my book, make my movie, choreograph my dance, and finish my thesis). Tomorrow used to be when the leaves were lush green. Somehow tomorrow became yesterday. Very long analogy short, it took some fallen leaves, but here I am.
