NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER
August, 2011
RUSKIN, NY
A strange nostalgia comes over me at the end of every summer. I always have a checklist of ambitions before the school year ends. I make resolutions, inevitably to use the free time to become more scholarly, more contemplative, and more patient - in short, more Zen. I always end up doing the same thing, which is almost the opposite. I spend most of the summer expiating the school year before, in a frenzy of sports, travel, writing, and socializing. Then toward the end, when it's too late to stop and smell the roses, as they say, I remember some of my earlier resolutions and play a despairing game of catch-up.