School has begun and already I am feeling that there are things I must do. The summer is truly over. During summer I felt no obligations, I was not bound to anyone or anything. Sure, I had to work, but it was (for the most part) a pleasure. I went and did and saw who I wished. Now, I am bound, to my studies and class schedule, to my new job, even to my friends. Burdens I shed for the summer have settled once again upon my heart, things that I thought I could perhaps ignore and they would somehow resolve by themselves. Foolish, dangerous thought.
I spent the last real evening of the summer with the Sprit and Toque, perched on a hillside in the mountains of the surrounding area. I watch the sunset fade and the stars come out. The moonlight was so very brilliant. We spoke of truth and beauty, pain and forgiveness, and most of all Love. After the inquisition of the previous night it was such a relief to be able to speak what had been welling up in me in reply.

Freedom is such and heady and addicting thing, a single sip and it becomes so hard to set the cup down and once again take up one's duties.