Gravity and Other Forces

Thirteen days. That's how much time I have left up here in Idaho. The, thus far, summer has been a strange phenomena of flying by insanely fast while also feeling as though it's lasted a year, rather than just the two months that it has. Each week seems like only a few (not seven) short days, but each month almost an entire summer in itself.

You know how if you tie an object to one end of a string and then hold the other end of the string and swing the it around in a vertical circle, the object moves faster at different points in the circle depending on whether or not gravity is working with it or against it? I feel as though the past year or two of my life has been moving in a similar way; always fast enough to keep spinning the full circle and tension on the string, but faster and slower at certain points. Sometimes a total blur of swirled colours, and sounds, and voices, and faces, and feelings. Other times, it slows and the blur almost comes into some sort of focused image and sensation. But, none the less, it never totally stops. It always remains a blur.

In two weeks I will be home in Nevada. In two more weeks I will have traveled back to my past and into my future of Virginia. Two weeks after that, I'll be twenty-one. I am getting ready to say good-bye to new faces and hello to old ones, to start new classes in old classrooms, to begin the next little, merry-go-round, blurred and -hopefully- delightful segment of my life as I plan and prepare for the one after that. Gravity and other forces are pulling me away from these mountains and people, and back towards other places and faces. Life is moving fast.

All of this spinning is making me dizzy, but I may as well enjoy the beauty of the blur.