Summer in a bind
Working in a public library you come to earn a different concept of summertime. Rather than the boundless energy of constant motion and outdoor activities, you're the one providing the energy for other to enjoy, well, everything you have. This saps a lot out of you, or in this case, me. Saturday marks the final day, the crescendo, the acme, the vertex, the point of the race where you either burst through the tape, or fall down after having your body crumple under the strain within a breath of the gold. Wish me luck, and best of it to you too.