sentimental--
it makes us remember good
and excuse the bad
So, I've become [home]sick for Oxford again. I keep trying to recall the really horrible things about it, like the late nights, the all-nighters every Thursday, the rain, and then I'm out.
I would like to go back, and have a sort of reunion. Sing every Sunday night again at the Anglican church service. Pub-crawl.
But I'm home in California for the summer, working on a dairy.
At least life isn't static.
But I do miss Oxford so.
About Me
- marissa
- I'm a member of Wycliffe Hall. I have too many books to read and too little time. Skimming seems a viable option, almost always.
(re Oxford nostalgia):
ReplyDeletehumans and dogs both
see the door's other side as
most preferred status . . . :?)
(written last night on the CarpDeck)
a single firefly
touched the citronella flame---
a brief wisp of smoke
(there's a 5k race
by the way called the Firefly 5
Thursday August 13)
nine gold finches burst
out from purple prairie blooms---
morning trail fireworks
bifocals are lost---
small print, late evening light
frustrate my reading