IT’S SO NICE OUT TODAY. It’s honestly kind of scaring me. Seventy-five and sunny on a Wednesday in November? I should not be sitting at a table outside Espresso Royale with bare legs right now. But I AM.
I ended up being up past midnight again last night, not even because I was writing, but because I made the mistake of looking at the course guide for next semester (MY LAST SEMESTER) and, dude, that is a dark hole of despair you do not want to go down. (THERE ARE SO MANY CLASSES I WANT TO TAKE AND I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO TAKE THEM AND WHYYY.)
(Sorry for all the caps lock today. I blame the apocalypse sun for messing with my ability to probably format things.)
Despite going to bed later than I wanted, I also woke up an hour early this morning for no apparent reason. Upside: I got almost a thousand words written before class! So I just have another 1,200 or so words to go to meet my goal for today. (Although I do still have that extra 3,000 left to do from Sunday.) (Still.) (Ugh.)
Anyway, this week’s Wordy Wednesday is a poem.
The day was so long that
by the end I had forgotten
the beginning, and
I had forgotten how to sit
without eyes drifting, drifting—
but the last class didn’t begin until
seven, and five minutes were
empty before it,
so I grabbed tomato soup and fresh baguette
and I watched the world grow dark,
a warm blanket thrown over the buildings
and trees and shuffling steps. I kicked leaves into
a kaleidoscope of orange
and I woke up, woke up
on the walk to class.
I will miss this place.
I am so grateful for this place.
Goal for Today: 2,000 + 3,000 (from Sunday)
Overall Goal: 8,000
Current Word Count: 4,175
Thanks for reading!