Beyond Summer's End

here i stand. at summer's end. i cannot believe it is finally here. one more day, and my ra responsibilities start - my freshmen arrive. it's exciting. i am moving from a summer without 'place' to a definite role in a community. it's interesting to me how much i really need that. that sense of identity reliant on an i-you relationship. it's intensely personal and singular. martin buber, this jewish philosopher, talks about how an actual relation with a you can only happen with an i, not a we. i find that interesting.

summer's end. the swings stop. the notes start.

summer's end. we've made it back, but not all of us.

summer's end. another beginning. hope born again.

end.