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2002-12-03 - 5:02 p.m. |
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Well hello. I am just returned from my break and the temperature is dropping. Walking outside I was met with a shock of cold winter air. Lovely loveliness. Earlier today Claribel got my phone number so that she could call me early in the morning tomorrow if we are closed. Oh I love the first snow. Or the first freezing rain. I love snow days. Of course, we all do. Last night I worked late. I love working late in the dark when everyone else has gone home. I feel like Claudia in From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. I feel like my own secret self. It was very peaceful and quiet. I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone. How commonplace and stupid it would be if I had a friend now, sitting beside me, someone I had known at school, who would say �By-the-way, I saw old Hilda the other day. You remember her, the one who was so good at tennis. She�s married, with two children.� And the bluebells beside us unnoticed, and the pigeons overhead unheard. I did not want anyone with me. That�s from the book I�m reading instead of doing my work. I am all anticipatory and happy now. The sad parts are all forgotten. |
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