recalling autumn

Last autumn wasn't the best of my all but neither the worst one.

There is no surprise to the fact that I've gone through a kind of depression during last fall.

Fall makes me ponder about a correlation between beauty and the melancholy.

Maybe it is that beauty, which dazzles people's eyes and burns the heart.

My emotions were totally captured by a certain flow that I tried to resist, and in fact, I could not gain control of it until very recently.

Romans definitely was a pain in my butt but entering into a new level of bondage with my bible study kids created the semester all the more plentiful. 

Trust me, it is never an exaggeration whenever I say the Friday Nights save me,

although I should never ever forget to mention the Saturday Mornings that truly charge me in a soul.

I miss witnessing the souls grow, and also miss getting inspired by the other.

One month of hibernation is appropriate, maybe is more than enough for me.

Nonetheless, I am going to enjoy skimming the scripture for rest of the break ^^