warm jazz, cold weather
12.02.06 (12:08 am) [edit]
Snow day #2, and campus is closed. This hasn't happened to me in years, and I didn't really expect it to in graduate school.
So I've holed myself up in my apartment for the past two days, studying here and there mostly, watching TV, and listening to music. And this is what happened. Nostalgia will get you every time. And being cooped up in an efficiency/studio can make you miss (certain) company.
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We argued over whether it was Sarah or EllaDrifting ardently into the room.
You always thought the former, I the latter,
But it never mattered for very long
Because it was nighttime and that was enough.
And as we sat and comfortably chatted,
I realized how much I missed quiet conversation
Without pretenses or struggles to come up with something clever,
With genuine interest and no hurry at all.
But as the city settled itself down for the evening
And the candle held its steady glow,
We still smiled through the yawns
And told each other histories and futures
That neither of us had been or could be part of.
Finally caught between late and early,
Nodding off and drifting away,
I almost wish we'd danced before bed instead--
Across the living room, into the kitchen,
Even in such a state we'd found ourselves.
But it was sleep that came quickly, and nothing more
Than softer jazz and fading memories.