standing out.

two days, forty-eight hours, and a whole lot of minutes. a whole lot of moments. it has been a blur, head nods, high-fives, and hellos to half-familiar faces. crashing into choir late, she was there. i knew she would be. it sucked all the air out of me, rocked me back on my heels. i recouped and found a seat, more high-fives, my mind racing above the room in circles. encapsulated. i faded in and out of the conversation, the rules and regulations for a successful semester. then we caught eyes in the mirror. the same thought crossed both our minds: "maybe, someday, when we are both back in the same place..." the words that had echoed so empty last january, crossing two sets of eyes through one wall-sized mirror. i shook it off, made the thoughts cross through the mechanism that would leave me catatonic. back to the rules, no cell phones in choir on the threat of a claim to be your boyfriend, and then a jump back into outer space. don't think about it. then like a flash it was over, checking cell phones, grabbing backpacks, and shuffling out into the cramped hallways and off into life. that is all that went on, as far as i remember, for two days. forty eight hours. one moment that is standing out.

listening to -
no static - nappy roots (the humdinger)