i know it, because i can feel it in my bones. everything is different, but everything is fine. yet there lies so much discomfort in all this uncertainty, all this that's unfamiliar. i don't know how i feel so horrible this early in the morning. it's the last day of summer. but i'm saying goodbye to more than just the summer breeze. goodbye to the yellow light, to the drops of rain clinging to the trees, to the silence, to that feeling. everything is different, but maybe everything isn't fine.