I Can Feel It Coming Back Again

Today, for the first time all summer, I can feel it, in the offing . . . SCHOOL . . . it's looming out there in the dim mists of next week, looming like rolling thunder, like a force from the center of the earth . . . like a monolithic beast, made of bricks and tile, full of teenagers-- and I'm going to have to confront it (but at least they pay me to do so).