Slight Cloud

Before leaving work, I loaded up that mp3 player with a bunch of songs. Some I haven’t heard in a while, some that were new recommendations from my friend Ben. A lot of them were slow and sad, which I guess was the mood I was in. Still am, to some degree.

On the way home, the sky was getting darker and I felt a kind of sadness like nostalgia (I think I tend to get this fairly often). In my mind, I’ve had a good idea for a poem for… well, a couple of days now. I haven’t really committed anything to paper yet, but the more I think about it, the more it’s shaping itself, however vaguely. I think feeling this sort of sadness/nostalgia is going to help. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling the way I am.

On my way home, I walked by Santullo’s and heard a knocking agains the glass. I looked up and, as though to break my mood, I saw Chris, Eric and Will. I went inside and sat down, chatting with them a while. This was a really pleasant surprise (and a much needed interruption), as I was just ambling home getting mopier and mopier.

I like having these guys in the neighborhood. It’s fun to randomly run into them, more and more.