sight: partypolaroid (stolen from harriet)
sound: cold tea blues, cowboy junkies
i have been walking & shopping & talking in all the corners of this city... now the future has fallen and school is mostly done it is so easy to wander, come home late for dinner, to always listen and to look. i'd forgotten about the comfortable mess of pastel-painted hands, the bankrupt richness of an empty page.
we sip san pellegrino and pretend to study, discover new & even better than toronto bubbletea. and at the market this morning, all sitting together on a bench with crepe or waffle breakfasts - this is our bittersweet second-year ending. the hallway busker is singing simon & garfunkel and that's always the same but we, we will always be different.
and i go on cornerstore adventures for spontaneity's sake and our midnight scrabble games turn to words with stories instead of scores. postmarket, i stumbled into a church bazaar booksale and spent an hour running fingers along their sometimes crumbling spines, because that's the best way to browse. for $7.50, i added plath, atwood, st. vincent millay, more grooks, mary stewart, eliot, flaubert, ishiguro and others to the library i am happily building.
i bought a fantastic new dress to wear in paris and greentea incense to burn in the lonely new flat. it's time to drag suitcases and storage trunks from the basement and decide what goes where and when. but first, we're going to climb citadel hill and watch clouds and kites and the warm unfolding of summer.
look! crocus-comets are sparkling through the earth.
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