School supplies

You can feel it, in the morning and right after dinner. It's the cool tinge in the air that means next week my kids go back to school and September declares itself. September, that month that's sort of like January--the start of a new year, with new resolutions and pointy pencils and good intentions. Well, I want my pencil box and I want to do something good, learn something new, have something for myself that's creative. I can feel the longing in the pit of my stomach. It's trapped butterfly. A great idea that's just out of reach. I know I'm smart enough to set it free, but somehow or other I always feel mired in quicksand. I want to get out of the ditch this year though. This year my pencil box is going to go to good use.