New Beach House albums, October humidity, and pajama tops working themselves back into my uniform rotation. 

The end of the semester is so very near. While there are no changing of the leaves, no death of the trees to signify the metaphorical vicissitude of the seasons, new starts, and concluding chapters, there is an electricity surrounding the graduating student. It's exhilarating, yet monotonous all the same. 

Either way, there are plentiful coconut milk lattes and Kind bars gracing their way through my hands, late nights in the library, my earbuds pulsating sounds into my brain all the while in rhythm and sync with my footsteps, my pens devoid of their ink, my yoga mat in good use, my heart a heavy-weight, and my mind endless, expansive, curious, blithe.