Cloud-Vaporizing

There was a voicemail on my phone yesterday that my computer is fixed, that I can pick it up anytime. I might leave it there a few more days. It has been so refreshing to be in my apartment in silence at night, without background music or the ability to distract myself. I should try and hold on to this obvious revelation once I do bring it back home, but I probably won't.

I went up the EMU hill late last night. I can tell my legs are getting stronger; this incline which had given me such excruciating pain the first time now only left me breathing slightly heavier. At the top, somewhat liberated from the light pollution of Harrisonburg, the stars were bright. Further down the hill, some teenagers crowded on a blanket, laughing nervously while sipping on illicit beers. I lay on the grass and felt my body soak into the Earth, felt it turning slowly (quickly) beneath me. One star stood out, and I focused on it until I could no longer see the others, until I could almost feel its warmth from billions of light years away.

I thought of a really clever poem at the bar the other night, something involving Summer dresses and Summer ale with a sort of play on words, while I watched the awkward conversational dancing that floated around me and of which I inevitably became a part of by my very presence. It really wasn't that clever of a poem.

The river delights to lift us free...