It has suddenly turned to fall with cool evenings and mornings and afternoons that don't make you sweat. It's an odd dichotomy in August, when mother nature is usually throwing heat and humidity as fast and furious as possible. It's hard to say what it seems like, because the weather feels like fall or spring, but everything is so green. No color-changing leaves or flower buds in sight. Overall, it's a nice feeling, but it leaves me longing for real fall. I'm ready to go back. I think it all the time, as I sit in my room with little to do. I'm sure that when I'm getting ready to leave that the coming weeks will feel like a blur and I'll ask myself where the time went, not remembering the time when all I had to do was count the minutes. I'm looking forward to fall in Evanston. Real fall, not this odd limbo we're stuck in right now. This morning I sat outside and drank my coffee and took pictures and read Don Quixote. It was relaxing and probably the most interesting part of my day. My goal is to have the rest of my days at home be interesting. To have something to look forward to each day so that I don't feel like I wasted any of my summer.
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