The weather is finally changing, along with my aspirations. The cold weather is finally beginning to welcome itself as the brisk winds kiss my cheek. Everyone seems to be searching for jackets in various, untouched boxes. People walk around with their hands in their pockets, but it never seems to help. The cold brings loneliness along like a close friend. The cool, crisp air blows the random strands of hair behind my ears so that I don’t have to. Meanwhile, the last of the Autumn leaves fall and dance slowly to the ground. I decisively mimic them as I dance in the back of my head instead of the sidewalk. As much as I’d love to, my quirky self could never move gracefully like the leaves do when they fall from the trees. The way my lungs feel when I breathe in the cold weather is pleasantly renewing; it’s all so alluring and I can’t seem to shake the sense of joy it brings. I guess this is living. I’m just trying to be someone that the light of the sun would crave to illuminate – someone it would love to untangle; strand by strand, thought by thought. I’m just trying to be someone worthwhile.