When the River Runs Red
I have always loved September. The shift in the air, the first scent of wood smoke, the misty mornings… In many ways, it has always been my time of new beginnings. The start of a new school year has always had more impact on me than a party in the not-quite-solstice of winter. Last September, I received my letter of acceptance into SFU’s teaching program, overcame my struggle with depression, and witnessed my favourite season in…