IVY BAKER PRIEST
Midnight marks the Autumnal Equinox and the first day of Fall. Fall doesn’t make me think of flannel shirts, boots or pumpkin spice anything. Fall makes me think of endings, which are often disguised as beginnings. The end of summer vacation, and the freedoms of hour-less periods of play and dreams and epic-love teen kisses. Summer vacation and hometown adventures, powered by lanky bare-footed legs, a ten speed bicycle, Slurpees and Jolly Ranchers. Summer vacation, morning light licenses to freely explore and darkness, the only curfew. Summer vacation, Lake Conway, PBJs, potato chips, Pepsi and a mom who took us every day. Summer vacation, a white bikini and creamscicles. Summer vacation and white hot sugar sand, salty air and hair and the ocean taking all of a 16 year old’s worries away. Fall and the day I called it quits. The day I changed my life. The day I decided I’d had enough of childhood and restrictions. The day I viewed the Lake Eola fountain from the back seat of a car headed north on I-4 for the exotic unknown, with tears in my eyes. The day I emancipated myself and began my own journey. The first day of Fall. The first of many endings and beginnings. The first realization of what life is all about. Endings and beginnings. Rising and falling and rising again. Persist.
Peace and Love