My
friend Bill is preparing this week for his new elementary class to arrive soon,
and we anticipate school buses will be part of the routine again. My own
classes begin at the end of the month, and I am both looking ahead and looking
back. It is inconceivable that this summer will end soon, and yet there are
signs enough that this is the case.
People
speak of summers going by more quickly than they used to, and while we know
that this physically isn’t true, perhaps there is some sense of pace that we
impose upon ourselves. It is tempting to be constantly looking ahead, to the
next vista or the next day, to the appointments of tomorrow or the hopes that
we work to achieve.
We’ve
complicated our lives in our forward-thinking orientation, and for so many the
pace is made ever quicker by the technologies we seem addicted to employ. These
may indeed liberate us in one sense, but surely they detract from us in
another.
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