There is something interesting about leaving in a place with four seasons like here. It seems like you can remember better and more vividly what was happening or what was going on at the same time in the previous season. The sense of time is even more intense when the season is changing.I was walking out of the office today, saw a very gray sky and a chill temperature. Another woman in red coat was walking in front me, a stark contrast to the the gray sky and an immense field of asphalt. That's when images of the past was flashing in front of me and brought me back to a day in October 2003. I had a bird-eye view of myself, an unease graduate student, waiting for a bus, exhausted after a studio class, worrying about rent, debt-collector, and a woman. I remembered that specific day with the mental details embedded in it because of the same seasonal condition, a dull day with gray sky and a little bit of chill.