Youth

George walked softly among the sparse trees, thinking. His life was very much a circle and those trees were checkpoints for him because they told him where in the cycle he was.

His first class was easy and he came out of it resolving to get through the next one. Such was the way he went about his day.

He wanted to go out to the grass and play frisbee with the boys but he never made it past the chapel door. So he went along to the iron benches with his friends where he was more comfortable.

He sat there for a while talking about how monotonous this life was and how when we graduate we'll go to Europe and have ourselves a real adventure, which was something we decided we couldn't get in Phoenix.

And it scared them how fast they were approaching that date and how youth wouldn't be an excuse then.