to the woman on Haight Street playing the Spanish lullaby
A) Beautiful day in San Francisco B) the view from the student lounge.
Yesterday I had to carry a few of my books home (contracts + criminal law + legal research and writing = my bag weighed thirty pounds more than usual), so I decided to take the bus. While I waited at the stop, the setting sun warmed my shoulders, the wind ran its fingers through my hair, and you played in the key of D-pressing. You and I never made eye contact, we didn’t talk, but listening to you play was the most meaningful human interaction I’ve had in days. So thank you for being there.