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The End of Summer
from NMS Sept 22
by Baylor Faulkner
We have arrived at the end of another summer, my final summer in High School at that. I’m going to be a senior this year, but I’m taking a moment to reflect on the last two months.
The end of summer is a bittersweet feeling, one containing every emotion I am capable of. Love, fear, anger, sadness, joy, euphoria, pain. Amongst others. Love for the growth I have achieved within such a short time, fear for what comes next, anger that I didn’t accomplish more, sadness that another summer is over, joy for the people I got to spend it with, euphoria for the fact that it happened, pain that it’s my final one.
The chaos of all this emotion is reeling. As are the memories circling through my mind as I write this. I am a lover of fall and winter, but there’s truly something spectacular about the essence of “summer”, the freedom and carefreeness of it.
Chasing white lines and screaming with joy around friends, it feels effortless and unforgettable. A swelling of our own unique music from our intertwined souls as we live for ourselves for a single moment.
Uncaring of what the world thinks as we find comfort and peace in each other’s unbridled chaos. Running free from the troubles of the world as we chase each other down with smiles and stupid ideas. Shared drinks and grins as the world forgets about us for a second. Late nights and long hugs as we revel in our power to just exist.
A fleeting moment, yes, but a comforting blanket of emotion to remember as the world catches up once again and we are whisked away into our lives once more.
The end of summer, bittersweet as it may be, is a reminder of our existence to ourselves as it fades into the dawn of another round against the world. And that is what makes the end better than the beginning, it lacks the exhaustion of the rest of time as it happens.
It gives us the confidence to do it all again as our lives change, with the anticipation of another breath of hot air as we bask in the sun, another moment of summer, another moment of pure existence and chaos. Another moment of us as we truly are.
