Tuesday, February 20, 2007
memories of midnight
-Falling asleep with the cool breeze from my window wafting through my room. For some reason, an open window at night always reminds me of my pensione in Italy, where the tiny, open window carried in cool air and phantom music.
-Logan telling me all about how she made elf houses with her friends last weekend. I did the exact same thing at her age. It brought back whimsical memories to listen to her talk about what bark she used and how big they were.
-Finally coming home, starving, and running into Sandra, who was going to get pizza. She invited me along, and what was going to be a quick make-do solo dinner turned into refreshing conversation and fabulous pizza.