Summer breeze

Nostalgia V
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I haven't posted in a while. I've been lost in that strange limbo of emotion that is moving to a new (temporary) home, and I've felt uninspired. Not a lot of clutter-noteworthy stuff has been going on. I have been working at the elementary school where I am a teacher's aide/tutor/paper-cutter-outer full time, and it's enjoyable, but it feels so much more like an obligation than it ever did during the college school year. Must be because it used to feel like an escape from my peers, into a world of imagination and young human development, and now it's just the way I pass my otherwise unfilled time.

Today, I hit up the library as I walked to Central Park from my place - not that long of a walk, if you're wondering - and picked up White Oleander, Mysterious Skin and The Great Gatsby. It's been six years since Oleander, four since Gatsby, and Skin is brand new to me, although I saw the movie.

Summer Breeze - Jason Mraz

Summer is the most picturesque of seasons in my mind. In reality, I love all the seasons equally - their equality is so ingrained in me that I rarely realize it is true until I try to rank them and find that I can't. But summertime, more than the others, makes me write, makes me trust, makes me want to change, makes me happy. It makes me want summer stories and summer feelings. For a long time now, I have associated Janet Fitch's luscious prose and smoky-masked characters with the haze of summer. And my childhood summers were always so full of library reading "challenges" that I wish, several times annually, that I still had the kind of free time to be so dedicated to reading again.