the first couple days of senior year were uneventful, yet exciting. for next week i really get into the bulk of my classes at the local college, the ones about the renaissance and history of art and sediments from times lost. and how i cannot wait to be a docent at the college's gallery, what a privilege for someone as young as i.
soon it will be september, and the leaves will start to frown and the sky will begin to grey. even in california, the corn fields will bring forth new crops and the vines of pumpkins will twirl around themselves in a sort of orange and green tango. there will be days longer than others. days spent in the library after class and before ballet. days where i find time to go north to see my dearest of friends. evenings in which i do not sleep until first light, and mornings when i am awake before dawn. early fall bus rides in the mist and the gold. loose index cards falling from my backpack. heavy textbooks causing a familiar ache in my neck. warm chai against my palms to keep my teeth from chattering like construction trucks.
before i know what happened in between, i will be graduating, and leaving my home town at last. don't know where i will go, or how far i will fly, but i will soar above the trees and faraway to a place where i know not a soul. i will throw my cap into the sky in which two months later, my plane will speed through, and i will be on my own.
