Both years. How I’d write papers there, sometimes last-minute, staying up late with roommates or just writing…. Those late nights, only going to bed at 3 or 4-something regardless of reason. What I’m thinking of…. NOW. At 43. In this Windsor condo. Want that back. That feeling. That’s the writer and blogger I seek to be.
Texted friend to see when he’s cruising over, no response yet. Need a shower, shave, Thievery Corporation echoing in my bathroom upstairs. So much zen this morning…. What I needed. For Composition of character and EVERYTHING.