Autumn has always felt a little bit like an ending, to me. Maybe it’s all of those years heading back to school at the end of another too-quick summer, leaving summer camp friends behind and returning to classrooms and homework. Maybe it’s the days growing shorter and shorter, with each earlier sunset insisting quietly that perhaps it’s better to stay inside and read than to go out and start anything this late. Perhaps the trees have taught me to think of fall in this manner, as they change colors, brilliant for a week or two, then shedding leaves and falling dormant in preparation for the winter.
UNC Football: Streak-snappin’ season
