You look around and you realize things and they make you nervous and happy and sad all in one. This morning I can taste liberation and the open road.
I’ve been looking dreamily at Anthropology department home pages.
It’s all lovely and misty and grey outside, all kinds of clouds rolling around and over the mountains. They shrink the world so that it ends just a few miles away, and then you have a lot less to worry about and a lot less to face. When all of existence is only one valley wide, it’s a lot more manageable.
Everyone in the office seems to hate it. I don’t. It looks almost alpine.