Travel Fever & Other Assorted Stories: Entry Six

Setting: Saturday afternoon. Later part of the day. A time to crash out, on out. Yet this is also a time to reflect on the strides I have made along these avenues, these pathways which all lead homeward. So far, I've covered all the ground I could possibly cover: from the general consensus, nothing going for the moment. Peace & calm prevails if anything. A few hours or so down the line, now that'll be a different story. It takes just one spark among the thousands of sparks out there all aglow in the embers to set things off aright, to get things going on the good foot. But for now the neighborhood is awash in colors of serenity, set in its ways of slumber, not yet fully shaken from its lethargic state just yet. One can't go wrong here: relaxing on a couch at who knows where, pondering over the forthcoming words I'm going to write, I once again feel at home, more at ease than I've ever been since I last set foot on campus. Soon enough, though, I'll leave this spot in which I'm currently sitting & resume my wayward journey around campus along the lines of an explorer whose senses of timing & direction have repeatedly failed him. With no points of reference (maps, compasses) to help him along, to light his way, to indicate where he's at or where he's headed off to, one could say he's lost, chicken scratching about as it were, rambling around in hopes of finding his destination safely. And yet he's not lost; he knows via instinct the way ahead, all the diverging paths which connect to it. So it is with me as well. When all is said & done, when I've at long last settled down, there's nothing for me to grouse over, much less argue about vehemently. I feel right at home, at ease in a familiar setting I have been accustomed to for an eternity & things indeed are looking up: Welcome back to Ball State.