I look up and it is September 18th and I haven't blogged since August. Instead I've been spending time with my little sister before she makes the big move to England, and I've visited some friends in New York and once I even rode my bike all day long. I've been cooking a lot, and eating a lot, and reading a lot. I spoke French with a woman I met in the coffee shop, and I mailed a letter to a friend who moved to Scotland. I watched my friends play rugby and they beat Harvard! I celebrated with beers afterwards. I went to the park yesterday and I lay on the grass and noticed the dip-dyed persimmon-colored leaves on the top of the elm tree. I read Lolita and almost fell asleep but the sun dropped behind the mountains and my jacket could no longer substitute for a pillow so I pulled it on and packed up my things and rode my bike home.