Change of Pace

This time of year gives me flashbacks. Damp dirt, wet leaves, warm days and chilly late afternoons. Distant whistles from over where the football team is practising and the overhanging anxiety of homework to be done. Especially when I see the nearby University's cross country team go by in a self-absorbed pack of gossip and sweat, it takes me right back to when I was their age and every weekend meant a race and I was never ever going to be old.