There’s something about this combination of being in school and kicking down a leaf-strewn sidewalk while drinking hot tea and wearing a scarf that transports me to my undergrad years in Columbia.

Or maybe it’s this feeling of wide-openness in my life right now that takes me back.

In any case, I’ve been listening to old school Ani recently, which I haven’t done in 12 years or so. And I think about friends, the fall, coffee, writing, of feeling close and feeling open.

2 thoughts on “Fall

  1. 13projects says:

    Sometimes, I think we’re on the same cosmic plane. I was running a few weeks ago and, just as I realized I’d be pulling out 4.5 miles at an average speed of 10:45 minutes each (which is awesome for me), I hit an emotional wall about a mile from home. I wanted to keep going, and yet, I had nothing left. Both Hands came on my ipod and it gave me permission to slow down. And cry. But crying while running has become normal for me.

    • carrie says:

      If I have to share this cosmic plane with someone, I’m glad it’s you.

      Yes, slowing down. I’m giving myself permission to do the same thing. It can be hard. But without slowing down, I don’t think I can really feel life and everything that goes with it.

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