A perfect shade of blue

A few of the few who read this have wondered if I have stopped writing here. But I have not (as you can see). The lag is a lag of exhaustion: I have an obdurate cold, a stack of essays to grade, and a paper (or two) of my own that needs writing. I wish there was more to me right now, but if there is, it's hard to say what or how.

But school ends in a week, and with it the structure (however tenuous) of my days. No more classes to suffer through, no more pleasure to be had from teaching. What will replace them? Days of wandering where the weather takes me. A map of the city collected in notebooks. And, for better or worse, a yearning that is wholly mine.