'true poems flee'

i am bummed about tomorrow.  work begins, and by that rationale, summer ends.  to say that i am not ready is an understatement.

for the first time in my life i do not have a first-day outfit planned.  as shallow as this may seem, for me it is an indicator of my reluctance to return to work and admit the season is drawing to a sweaty close.    it doesn't seem right to go back to school when the pool still beckons, when air conditioning is very necessary and anything more than a sundress feels like too much clothing.   i hope that within the next week of teacher workdays and inservice, before the kiddies come back, that fall rushes in so i don't miss and mourn summer quite as much.

last year at this time i had the edgy excitement and anticipation of a New Job and a New Place.  despite the dragging of my stubbornly barefoot heels, i return to my school tomorrow with the comfort of routine and camaraderie.  a year ago i was so desperate for those Fs, i remember.  and now that i have them they will serve as a saving grace.  we will bitch and moan together tomorrow, eye the new teachers from the safety of our self-contained posse and exchange tortured glances through the first, inevitably illimitable faculty meeting.

but fuck, what i wouldn't give for another month of summer.