Sunday Morning Summer's End

"The World is Big and I want to have a Good Look at it before it gets Dark." - John Muir

I've been up for close to an hour and a half already. It's the Sunday before Labor Day. A day associated with the end of Summer. I don't want my summer to end. I don't think I ever wanted to return from the Mountains. Since I've been back, it has been a bit over a month now, my world has become dull as if I am looking through some Old World Filter. As I edited this morning, eating a mundane breakfast, drinking a cup of coffee, each clip of my summer trip brought me closer to heartache. 

This heartache has roots burrowed deep within the quiet comfort of nature, the remarkable moments like waking up to witness two young fawns playfully prancing outside your tent door. It has grounded its' self in my fears, since everyday I wake to the scripted propaganda of the "daily news" were every other store screams of death and destruction. It underlaying message working to scare us into submission and distract from the truth. 

It is an ache that makes me wish so deeply to be back in the piece of the parks. Where my cares were directly correlated with Health and Happiness. 

Now here I am constantly being interviewed, criticized, interrogated, and questioned. Where any combination of words that escape my lips seem to be falsely observed as if those around me have set their minds to mute. I watch as they go through the motions as if they are truly interested while their glazed over eyes give away the clear reality.

I have so much I wish to see and do before the world becomes dark, and here I am again fearing I will forever be stuck a rebellious creative soul stuck in a cookie cutter society. 

I am on a path, I know not where it leads.

[Phan•Tasm]