figments of said imagination.

when i left the dorm today, exhausted but on some high–an after affect of a previous presentation–i was hit by something in the wind. it carried me, and i wanted to cry–not because of ill fortune or sadness, but just because the sky was an awful shade of blue. because the world keeps spinning, and because i am a part of it all.

i wanted to hold something, to grab leaves, to remember this moment that was not sad; that was fulfilling in spirit. i felt surrounded and grounded but almost in a fake confidence, like when you think you have another step but it never comes and you sort of trip stumble (trumble?) onto the pavement. It was too warm for my winter jacket but too cold for just the thin sweater I held onto underneath.

i did not want to go to class, i did not want to critique more papers, i just wished it was snowing…and the beauty of being brushed across the cheek with an elevated wind was almost overwhelming. i thought i must tell someone, or else risk sounding like a lunatic–an insomniac with finals and a wicked imagination.

i tell you now, whatever is in the air, be it holiday cheer, stress personified, or the figments of said imagination, its fleeting body is welcome here.