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ides of march


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mustn't imagine that there will be any days like yesterday for a while, march is truly the cruelest month and the weather will disappoint, but when we're together there are always lovely breezes. keep an eye on that, it may be important.

so we got our taste of spring and i drove home in the warm night listening to saturday looks good to me like a certain august night last year. it felt good; easily the best day of spring break, a spring break that may be the last time i'm at home for a week in the foreseeable future. as mary said, we're at that age. i need to get into the idea of moving up and moving out, getting employed and getting out there, spending a summer away but not in the way i'd originally intended. my creative writing professor, a published novelist, spotted us in methuen and went out of his way to tell me the story i read last friday was good. kayleigh says i need the ego boost; to become convinced that people actually care about what i have to say being the goal. maybe i'm on the way.

tonight as it got dark and colder i kept my window open because it won't be warm again before i head back to salem on sunday. i kept my lights off (i suppose I'm more wary now after knowing how lit up this room is at night, the only place on the street), enjoying the last of light and listening to 'evening falls,' recalling a conversation about relationships from before break: 'why can't i just marry enya and be done with all of this forever?'


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