Duke University - Chanticleer Yearbook (Durham, NC)

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only contused, rapid whirling. Finals, tarcwclls — sadly, rhc - turned their teet homeward, a place as foreign now as these walls had been September last. Three months — the strangeness subsided, yet old ties were not as close; old structures would not tit. He watched the summer seep away, eager to rejoin his stream, to pass again into his own. Bright were his dreams, and high his expectations. Se- curity clutched tightly m wisps ot madras cloth, blue-jeaned thighs, or bearded face. Aleticu- lous assemblage ot his outer shell, the symbol of belonging, ot his world. Worn phrases reiterated bv the faceless stream like echoes in a mountain pass. Unsteady, untried, he began again the oft- repeated pattern. Same routine — classes, suds, papers, quizzes — but with it, unbridled will to act pulled and tore him a thousand wa s. This ' ear ot fresh be- ginnings, new approaches to past mistakes. Again rapid whirling, but now between his surging energy and the unconfidence of deep-self. No purpose here, only 21

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pressure— unbearable, uureleiir- ing pressure — and refuge sought in accepted brands and constant motion. A time ot intense spirit, of teeling that the world within the wall IS foi ' exer aiul eauiiot, will not end. Slow l now the w niter turned to sprmg. I le longed tor .May, an end to disil- lusion, an escape from pressure. Ecstatic, unleashed, he rushed from the dispersing stream to hnd himself in the peaceful tulds of summer experience. Cientle leaves resting in pud- dles. (!old, red, September leaves bobbuig in the old familiar stream. More staid, less eager — standina 22 ■i