don't go.

My life has been so tame lately. What happened? Probably just the thing that I felt in the breeze last night, and the thing that is filling the girl I nanny and all of her friends with a sudden case of ennui. Summer is ending. Summer is winding down.
And summer always brings a little extra wildness and restlessness out in me.
So what will happen now? Will I become domesticated in the way I do every fall, and start wearing skirts with tall boots, and make tea three times a day, and generally start acting like an English professor? I always associate fall with school, but this is the first time that I won't have any school to go to. So, maybe things will be different. But I've spent a whole summer reading Eastern philosophy in the shade of trees, and how do you follow that?
Fall is when I always become very busy with Important Things, and this one will probably be no different. Even if I don't have classes, I still have moving and job-hunting and otherwise re-adjusting to do. But the thing is, I always become so absorbed in all these things for about three weeks, convinced of their vitalness, and then one weekend morning I'll wake up and think, "Why is my life so boring? What, exactly, did I do this week, other than write lists in my planner?" It's routine that gets me, every time. Routine is universally boring.
Sweet summer, don't leave me. You have been so wonderfully unpredictable. Please at least leave a little of your free spirit behind.