"I loaf and invite my soul."

~Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

Perhaps it's because this is the time of year where students grow bags under, around, and behind their eyes.

Perhaps it's because the light is fading towards the solstice and leaving and returning home are both perpetrated in the dark.

Perhaps it's because, in my deep secret soul, I'm a lazy sensualist.

Whichever it is, loafing sounds to me right now the only way a soul could possibly be settled.