we assume we’re the main characters of our own stories.
we are, after all, the centre of everything we experience. and everyone has a story.
we don’t know it any other way.
but then something happens that makes us wonder
if we’re like nick carraway,
the sidekick in someone else’s fairytale.
what are we, really?
* derived from the latin autumnus and possibly the ancient etruscan root autu-, which means the passing of the year.
* was used as the old french autompne (automne in modern french and autumpne in middle english) before it was normalised into the original latin
* before the 16th century, harvest was used to refer to the season
* the word backend, once a common way to refer to the season, has been replaced by autumn
* the alternative word, fall, coming from the old english fiaell or feallen and the old norse fall, means to "fall from a height" and also is related to phrases like "fall of a leaf" and "fall of the year"
* in poetry, autumn is often associated with melancholia (as in Yeats's poem the wild swans at coole and Keats's to autumn)
* since 1997, Autumn is one of the top 100 names for girls in the united states
“i'll come back when you call me / no need to say goodbye."
this year i'm a senior. it's difficult, saying goodbye to the things i've known for four years, but i'm also excited for what comes next. i don't want to say goodbye, though. i don't want to leave these people, these places behind.
i've still got time. i'm just not ready.
