Bright spots.

My newest batch of students is arriving on campus even as I type, something that makes me both excited in a day-before-the-first-day-of-school way and also incredulous: how can it be time to start formal teaching so soon?  It feels as though I just finished, even though my final grades went in nearly a month ago. 

And yet the past couple of days have also brought surprising amounts of mind-opening--feelings suggesting that summer may actually be arriving (as of course it is, tomorrow), bringing with it the possibility of taking time to make some things.  Pictures?  Poems?  Pies?  There's a strangely energized kind of languor coming over me this weekend.