-The morning weather is cool and dewy. The sun reflects brightly in my car mirrors, my coffee smells great. It’s autumn in the north east, the re-birth of thought, moments, music and poetry. This is when creativity breaths fresh life into the contemplative mind of the summers student. Today we begin at where our dreams left off last night. I pass a lake into town on my morning drive; the water reflects the trees beauty: foliage still green with a touch of brown, yellow and red colors reveal from the tips of the leaves. The air breezy and chilly, autumn is now.
