Lughnasa College Moon
A certain softness, a wistfulness has begun to creep into the Woolly meetings for me. If we buy a house and move in January, only three more third Mondays remain.
The depth of feeling I have for these guys will last, I know that, but the relationships will grow more tenuous. That’s inevitable. They will not disappear, of that I’m sure, but without the regular gatherings things will change.
The circus tent ropes have gone slack and some of the canvas sides have begun to fold in on themselves, the tent poles are still in place: the home in Andover, the Woolly’s, the personal Twin Cities created by 40 years of memories, but each of these tent poles will eventually come down, too.
Feeling it tonight.