The movements were frenetic. The volume was deafening. The atmosphere was filled with nervous energy. As a defense mechanism I pulled away from the noise and the swirling action. I hovered like an out of body experience over the din, thankful for the reprieve from the chaos. But the doom was quick to settle over me, a cloud on a clear horizon. It was reality, the knowledge that I couldn't live on the periphery forever. I felt it tug on my tether, and I dreaded my return.
And thus begins September.
Sigh. I know. I'll live.