Does the realization that everything is fleeting ever whack you over the head?
Perhaps it's the changing of the seasons - the slow and steady shift into a quiet, constant cold.
Perhaps it's the recent passing of a friend - one whose name meant Sun in Lithuanian, whose radiant smile was constant, and who memorized poems and prayers.
Perhaps it's the fact that I only have one more semester before graduating, and it seems like it was just a few years ago that the idea of even being in college was so grown up.
I think it has to be a combination of all these reasons, and others, but even though everything is indeed fleeting, it's okay, because isn't it all so beautiful?