some elaborations
May. 20th, 2010 11:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aamcnamaraWalking barefoot on the lake path, asphalt hot against my skin, grit prickling the soles of my feet, and then the cool retreat to grass. Dirt lingering under my toenails days afterward, reminding me that I am here, now, on this planet.
The way that I can smell the city now--a hint of heat and car exhaust and tar that reaches even over lakes.
Writing letters, covering both sides of the page with ink until the paper crinkles against it. Licking envelopes; peeling off a stamp from its sheet. The days the mail takes to get anywhere, and the weight and lightness of that time.
Going to my old high school was fascinating because half my teachers and most of my friends looked exactly like I'd left them (yet my friends slightly different, when I really looked at them--but then, a year is a long time for teens). The rest of my teachers I saw differently, with the veneer of Authority taken away. I wasn't a Student, they didn't have any power over me, so they were just a person and I was just a person. In some cases there's still the memory of authority, but it's quickly fading.
The weirdest part of summer, so far, is the lack of usual daily contact. College people particularly, since I saw them at meals, classes, walking around classes, hanging out, and now I'm half the country away from most of them. Summer brings its own reconnections and interactions; it's a different set, and I do enjoy both, but sometimes I miss the other ones.
And a quick page count update:
Sickness slightly receding: yay!
The way that I can smell the city now--a hint of heat and car exhaust and tar that reaches even over lakes.
Writing letters, covering both sides of the page with ink until the paper crinkles against it. Licking envelopes; peeling off a stamp from its sheet. The days the mail takes to get anywhere, and the weight and lightness of that time.
Going to my old high school was fascinating because half my teachers and most of my friends looked exactly like I'd left them (yet my friends slightly different, when I really looked at them--but then, a year is a long time for teens). The rest of my teachers I saw differently, with the veneer of Authority taken away. I wasn't a Student, they didn't have any power over me, so they were just a person and I was just a person. In some cases there's still the memory of authority, but it's quickly fading.
The weirdest part of summer, so far, is the lack of usual daily contact. College people particularly, since I saw them at meals, classes, walking around classes, hanging out, and now I'm half the country away from most of them. Summer brings its own reconnections and interactions; it's a different set, and I do enjoy both, but sometimes I miss the other ones.
And a quick page count update:
88 / 350
Sickness slightly receding: yay!