these moments of glad grace

[kaberett]

I sat on the train, and sometimes I read, and sometimes I gazed out at the sunset.

And now I am sat in my bed with a bowl of British strawberries and an essay draft - on intimacy and physicality and poetry - and I am talking, in another window, about music and code and counselling.

I keep catching myself thinking, with mild surprise, I'm a real person.

Thank you, all of you, for the various cheerings-on and congratulations and support and love. For now, it is sticking; for now, that's enough.

Comments

[steorra]

:-)

[hairyears]

* You * are real, but in the sleepy dawn of between-finals-and-leaving, many people with sweet, strange, or amazing memories of Cambridge are wondering if they dreamt you.

[stephdairy]

You're one of the more real people out there, it seems to me.

[kaberett]

[stunned]

Thank you.

[pretty_panther]

♥

and we do the best strawberries. Do you like yogurt? Chopping up strawberries and putting lemon yogurt on top is the booomb.