distilled
 a garden of lilacs under a sheet of ice

first day of classes.
Wednesday 29 August 2001.

push back the summer, the old routine, lock it away in a trunk, a bureau or some drawer and allow it to grow musty and old.

push yourself ahead into the unknown, the uncomfortable, the uncertain. the new semester brings no promises, but great potential.

work to establish a new comfort zone, only to in late december again bid it farewell.

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