Summer Insights: Crescent Moon, Shining Stars, Rising Sun

Labor Day weekend is usually the time when people take some of their final vacation time and say farewell to the Summer. The days start growing a bit shorter, the air gets a little crisper, the kids go back to school - the status quo resumes.

Sunday night was devoted to the end of summer party amongst our circle of friends. It was a time to kick back, relax, have some brew and say farewell to another short lived sunny season. A time to be among friends and to look forward to the months to come and shed the annoyances of the past - or at least bring them to light.

The night was fun, jokes were made, music was danced to (awkwardly) and people stepped in dog shit - all the makings of a swinging shindig.

There were however also some lower points. The kind involving shitty situations, a dash of self-loathing and a vehement need for venting. Luckily I was in a decent space for said venting, as friends have a tendency of being able to relate to your shenanigans and let you open your proverbial can of worms with some kind of fiery apocalypse breaking out.

At around 4:45AM I took a cab towards home, got out as a gas station, paid my fare and walked the remaining twenty minutes to my house. The street light outside my place was flickering on and off, and in the quasi-darkness the night sky was clear for the viewing. The stars were bright, the moon gleamed in the shape of a crescent and the sounds of Baroness' Blue Record resonated through my head.

There's something about sitting out on a cool night, looking up into the night sky, gazing up at the stars and listening to music that makes you feel, like nothing else really matters. Especially when you're doing so sitting up on the back of some random car that isn't yours - but that's beside the point.

I sat outside and stared up into space for over an hour, literally until the sun started to rise around 6:30AM, thinking about anything and everything under the sun (quite literally) - though mostly of the conversation points from earlier in the night.

Classes start back up in two days in what should be my last year as an undergrad and what will hopefully be a year that ushers in some much needed change in this life of mine - academically, socially and otherwise.

Change is what I want. Change is what I need. And the time for it might as well be now.

But those are just words and talk is cheap, so we'll just have to wait and see.