Let it rain down on me

E-word,

That story about Tim blasting music from his room into yours is really nice. I love the feeling of it, the sound of drops splashing, the sense of humid air hanging in your room, and of course of having a soundtrack as well! I long for that feeling, somehow it reminds me of feeling more alive, of feeling younger. After El and I got married, we went back up to Providence to move her stuff down to Maryland. We emptied out her apartment, and rather than spending 140 bucks or whatever it was on a hotel, we stayed in her apartment, even thought it was the top floor of a 4 floor walk up in July.

It was really great. Even though it was hot, we had a fan, and even though we had to sleep on the floor, we had a blanket. We were sweaty, uncomfortable, but we were newly married and we were sleeping together. The air was hot and humid, the fan was noisy, and I could hear leaves rustle outside the window. It was perfect. I felt so young.

Here's to friends. Here's also to those memories.

Toe