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The leaves have begun shedding their green coat in favor of a brilliant gold. My days have been spent falling into university routine, coupled with moments of total randomness and endless table conversations. At the moment, I have two friends staying with the boy and I and I have realized that with them, the days pass much faster and there is much more laughter around the house. Its especially nice to have friends around as the temperature outside dips.
There's a lot more wistfulness these days. Perhaps it has something to do with the way fall brings with it a sort of melancholy that makes me want to forget school and assignments and readings and just pack my bags and head out to write, to feel, to live, to be. I miss writing, I miss feeling. It seems as if there is a part of me that has been hidden for so long, it wants to break out and scream for freedom.
Yesterday we set out for the beaches and sat on the rocks, watching the waters lap at the shore. The wind was blustery and cold but it was gorgeous. While staring out at the endless blue waters, I forget about all the people walking on the boardwalk and the children running on the sand. Staring out at the waters, there is only a sense of rich self-awareness and of tranquility, a kind of peace rarely felt, a moment of stillness so rarely experienced. I wish I had a camera with me, to capture the faces of the people there with me; the way their faces were smoothed of any worries and the way the sunlight carressed their skin with a golden glow.
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The Toronto International Film Festival is finally over and there were some films which really hit me hard. Sean Penn's Into the Wild left and inedible impact on me and made me reconsider the different priorities in life. If happiness is indeed best experienced when shared, there is the need to let those close to you know how much they matter. To those who don't already know, I love you all.
There's a lot more wistfulness these days. Perhaps it has something to do with the way fall brings with it a sort of melancholy that makes me want to forget school and assignments and readings and just pack my bags and head out to write, to feel, to live, to be. I miss writing, I miss feeling. It seems as if there is a part of me that has been hidden for so long, it wants to break out and scream for freedom.
Yesterday we set out for the beaches and sat on the rocks, watching the waters lap at the shore. The wind was blustery and cold but it was gorgeous. While staring out at the endless blue waters, I forget about all the people walking on the boardwalk and the children running on the sand. Staring out at the waters, there is only a sense of rich self-awareness and of tranquility, a kind of peace rarely felt, a moment of stillness so rarely experienced. I wish I had a camera with me, to capture the faces of the people there with me; the way their faces were smoothed of any worries and the way the sunlight carressed their skin with a golden glow.
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The Toronto International Film Festival is finally over and there were some films which really hit me hard. Sean Penn's Into the Wild left and inedible impact on me and made me reconsider the different priorities in life. If happiness is indeed best experienced when shared, there is the need to let those close to you know how much they matter. To those who don't already know, I love you all.