My mind has been so loud lately, impatience seeping from every thought. Impatience for what, I don’t know. For something new, for the leaves to turn brown, for writing inspiration, for my hair to grow out, for life. Time seems to be moving so fast I forget I exist right now, too. This summer taught me about saying goodbye and love and how sadness can feel like a weight on your chest and how you always need to enjoy cherries as much as you can because they are only available for such a short time. I don’t know, I guess what I’m saying is that I feel a little directionless, and time feels like someone watching over my shoulder, pushing me to do something, anything. Maybe I just need the weather to cool off so I can think clearly again. Maybe I need to stop watching the clock.