in_town past i get caught in smiles, in kind words, in thoughtful gestures. her eyes mimic the dance of the gods, unaware of their seductive beauty. when traps are laid unaware, the spring is so much faster. it pulls up and send one flying, wishing that the friction of the air could slow his acceleration, and for the trampled field to break his looming fall. but within the smiles, words, and gestures and without the ruinous purposeful seduction hold the seed of a more lasting friendship, one that will bloom after civilization's fires burn themselves out. 080920 ... past As I looked out across Lake Ontario from the train this afternoon I was sad to be leaving my campus behind. My circle of grad-school friends (that only slightly overlaps with my undergrad circle) has slowly been coming together after what seems like a summer's absence, even though I saw the ones who matter the most weekly--if not more often than that--all summer. The events of the past week ran through my head and were projected across the lake, falling off the horizon in the distance. It's been a good few days, a good week, and I'm not sure if I'm happy to leave it behind. But I know that this will be a good week as well. I'm still at the beginning of cross province (and, indeed, cross country) travels that will keep me on the road almost every weekend--either going home or heading back out--until Christmas, the homebody is kicking in. I want to settle back into the school routine, even though I don't have classes (nor do I want them). But this is a path and schedule that I have chosen, and I know that I will make the best of it. 080921 what's it to you? who go blather from