a few mid-september thoughts.

It has stormed in the night the past week, but today is the first time this semester that I saw the rain. I slept late. Coffee and pastry, checked my mailbox, smiled at an acquaintance and wandered about to my professor’s offices, sleek wet leaves on my shoes. Realized that none of them had office hours I could make it to that day. Wandered to a lounge and opened the window, glanced at the discarded religious and philosophy journals scattered about. Tried to breathe.

It’s stopped raining, but you can still see the dark shadows of where the water was on the asphalt. I try to ignore my mosquito bites, and twist my shoulders around to scratch what I can’t quite reach. I read a book last night that changed the way I thought about things, but I am tired today. Does anyone understand the plot of Shakespeare’s Histories the first time around? One-Henry-Four is beyond my feeble comprehension, despite the introduction. By now, the asphalt has slowly dried, and the outlines of things have shifted yet again. That might be a metaphor for something, but I don’t pursue it. Some things it is better to let lie.

Settling into the college rhythm again. Trying to be honest and brave and strong in the things I do and say.

© 2015 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.


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