So it's that time of year again.The vivid cyan sky of summer starts to become a distant memory, deciding instead to settle on a calmer, paler version of its former self. A giant sapphire blackboard once pristine, yet now clouded with subtle chalky swirls, erased memories reminiscent of its past.
'Death comes' as Mary Oliver once wrote 'like the hungry bear in the autumn .. and takes all the bright coins from his purse'. Once familiar saturated shades to which we are now accustomed begin to dull and are replaced with darker, yet no less intense metallic incarnations of bronze and gold.
And for another year we say goodbye to hot, sleepless nights and uncomfortable car journeys - no longer forced to endure the oppressive humidity, as the heavy August atmosphere finally gives way to the crisp scents of autumn.
Yet despite this time of year signalling the end for many, my journey into the final year of university is just about to begin and I have every intention of making sure that this blog documents it accurately. Currently my life lacks any sort of future plan and if forced to predict even the smallest of outcomes for a year's time, I can honestly say that, with hand on heart, I would find it a struggle.
I am determined to use this coming year as time to fully prepare myself for the big, wide world that I'm about to dive head-first into. I have little clue as to where I am headed and no idea as to where I want to be but I have decided to take each day as it comes. Traditionally misdirection, indecision and lack of ambition are thought of as being quite negative traits, however they do provide great stimuli for writing and for that I am thankful.
It may not be interesting and it may not be humourous. It might be quite whiny and overly dramatic. It could be profound and unnecessarily pensive ...
But I am the author and this is my story.


