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Forgive a moment of sentimentality, while I “draw” on a little spark of autumn nostalgia.

The season always ignites a sense of remembrance for me. The end of summer slinks by as the days turn to classroom lectures and the smell of new books and new people. A chance to be a “new me” and prove I was different and grown a little more. Trees change. Warm wind and grey skies carry a cold front. Raindrops. Papers shuffle. A pencil grinds in a sharpener. Conversation and conflict and daydreaming. Food from a paper bag. And suddenly I’m over 30.

Another autumn. Here we are.

My favorite season.

What’s yours?