steampunkish
Summer is done. Winter has yet to arrive. For now there is just the fall, Autumn. I can't see that word without wincing though. I hate that my name is also a thing besides my name.
Living in Oregon, there is one thing you get used to. The rain. It's much like day and night in that it's something you know will happen eventually. The only thing you can do is grab a jacket (never an umbrella. What are you, a pansy?) and get used to it. After all, a little bit of rain never hurt a person. Just don't get pneumonia, okay?
The determination to succeed can be so strong. They always say that winning isn't important, or that if you try then you are the 'winner', but after four long years you just find that you're determined. To WIN. Not come in second, third, fifth, last. But first. There can only be one, and it has to be you. The sweet taste of victory versus the sour defeat.
And for just one brief second - a moment - we were one. Connected. I could feel the feeling in the air. It was like sitting at home with your favorite people and just existing. It was comforting in a way, but unsettling in the fact that you knew that it must end soon. Things change, and then they fall apart.