“Every once in a while I’m hit with a wave of yearning, I miss those grey, rainy Friday afternoons leaving class, running across the street to beat the oncoming cars, wind throwing brown leaves across the sidewalk. Our heads bent, braced against the cold, boots splashing in puddles, huddled together in turtlenecks giggling over weekend plans and not a care in the world except what kind of wine to drink with dinner.”
07 May 2020













