Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
-- Stanley Horowitz
the smell of fall... *sighs*
i noticed the dramatic temp change last sunday. i wore a light pink sweater but the change still had me chilled to my bones. just last autumn, i was hoping for a favoured season -- some turned out [so] good, and some, well, they were lessons that would never be forgotten. i remember when spring came, i wished for a summer-like weather. now that summer's over, i'm actually relieved. it seems there is always that feeling of a new beginning when autumn comes. losing a buddy and everything else that i have experienced the past months induced me to reaffirm my faith in God. i don't have qualms when i say i'm no saint because it's the truth -- professing one's christian faith can be more daunting. somehow, christianity is associated with bigotry (see the harvard crimson). but today, today was different. i didn't exactly know what to pray for, so all i said was, "i have faith in you, because you live." once again, i'm hoping for a favoured season. both yours and mine.
since 2004.10