babble from the mind of...

I had a favorite jacket at the time. It was a sports coat that I had found at the Goodwill. It was a thick goldish-green corduroy sports coat with the satin lining hanging, literally, by threads. I wore that on that brisk morning lonesome walk around the river and the ponds on campus and I thought of my best friend.  There was a cold crisp to that day, a day where I remember feeling part of the world. Each breath felt like it was showing up, white and hot and visible, 100 miles south on the freeway right next to her. I missed her so much. And though I had no Discman, I still could hear the song that I had dedicated to her the fall before. This one is for you Joannie…