WRITING & REALITY?: Fall Semester

Like bands of single gypsies our children pack their wagons with the growing coolness of the mornings, it is something sparked by the sooner setting sun that sets them on their path. Restless, anxious, off they go to hone their craft, learn tricks of trade to use upon the world when they are ready. Golden coins of credit cards, tambourines of CD players, brightly colored shirts they’ve picked themselves to match their mood of freedom. Guided by the stars, they seek their fortune somewhere; home is left behind and just a visit now and then. With summer’s end the gypsy travels on.