The morning finds me preparing for yet another sojourn. Lake Conroe is the destination of the day, and although it will be my first visit, it seems like an oasis of sorts in comparison to the barren streets of Houston. I hope to excise some remaining emotional splinters that have managed to slip into my heart, so that I may return to San Marcos unencumbered, roll up my sleeves, dig into a next semester, and hit the ground running.
I’ll sign off for now and head north, where tennis, bird watching, and unseen coffee spoons await me. In the meantime, here is an excerpt from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, which I read in those dangerously malleable teenage years. It has become something of a self fulfilling anthem to be perfectly honest…
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
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