"The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness." (Speak, Memory).

a good way to start one's autobiography, i think. today, though, i'm not so concerned with eternity. it's just not bugging me at the moment. "Eternity is simply time without us." i'll take that. right now i'm far more interested in foraging for food, which is a lot harder than one might think. especially if one is not at their house and is foraging at school, and a still-in-summer-mode school at that, when all the cupboards are locked and fridges are empty.

oh well. guess i'll have to make it home and eat those leftovers. not that i mind leftovers at all; in fact, i like them very much. but it's so hot even the birds are swelling and my stomach feels all achy and bored.

but before i head home can i just say, completely off subject, what is it about summer winding down that causes these internal shifts, these urgent moments of maybe reidentifying oneself as a person, or the acknowledgement that somehow that person is not the person that came out of the snow or pulled on one of the new yellow flowers hanging low over the sidewalk. i feel this, i know others feel this (many many), and my question is why. does it have anything to do with summer at all? or is it just a seasonal retrospect that i'm only noticing now because everyone seems so restless and so ready for change. and then, why do i feel so happy about the whole thing, so proud of everyone, so secretly happy with myself for feeling this shift too.

get out your quills, all ye that i love. i want answers. and a breeze. and a muffin.