Autumn.

It's coming up on one month since my cross-country move to Eugene, Oregon. My heart has been captured, by both an incredible soul (I am still struck by how lucky a girl I am), and also by this place. There is something about the air here, the thickness to it; or maybe it's the way the trees drape their full limbs ever so gracefully over the street and up toward the sky. The damp streets bear witness to the change of seasons here, promising the ever-close wet winter. The fallen leaves wisp along in the breeze; rustling against the sidewalk as a muffled whisper, one reminding me to enjoy these brief, beautiful moments we are gifted so richly with in this life. After a seemingly endless summer, it seems time has started moving incredibly fast with no sign of stopping. There is a part of me that is more than happy for that; ecstatic for the dreams I have, the undiscovered just around the corner, and the youthful feeling that being in love brings. But I also do know, without a doubt, I will one day look back on this season in my life, and long to return.