I seem to have lost track of time. Normal life has ceased for the week, and I have abandoned all hope of recovering it.
It was so strange to find myself in North Georgia in the middle of the week. Surely I should be in classes, but no. Classes have been canceled. Still, I should be working diligently on assignments in Milledgeville. No. Stop. Take better care of yourself.
As I walked up the familiar path into CT Grinder's, I glanced out at the mid-morning traffic. Turning away to face the mountain, I smiled in the direction of FCHS. Part of me felt as though I should be there if not in class elsewhere. Not today. Individuals were grouped in various rooms, kicked back in chairs wooden, or chatting over papers. The individuals who intrigued me most sat on the patio, reminiscing about the Jersey shore and audibly dreaming of lost days. I wondered what brought each of us simultaneously to this juncture. Surely it must be something deeper than a desire for coffee. Surely.
2 comments:
Don't count on it. Coffee has wonderous powers. It calls and we come.
"If they brew it we will come".
Love my B
::ahem:: perhaps the people talking about the jersey shore were meant to stir in your heart a need to spend time with your favorite jersey shore-ian, or is it shore-ite... shore-er just doesn't seem to work... eh, whatever, we just need to go blackbird, that's what it means! haha, love ya!
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