all.. most..

On stormy days it is easy to oversleep a little because the obscurity of the sky feels like evening and because your body senses that it just feels right to stay snuggled up. I overslept a little bit and when i woke up my phone/alarm was in my hand indicating that i had, in fact, heard the alarm even though i had no recollection of that...

On mornings when i am running late it is nice if i can talk a roommate into dropping me off at class, then I don't have to worry about the park-the-car-and-dash-to-class scenario. This morning it was Meg who obliged me. I scurried bashfully into the wooded floor ballet room slid off my gray slip on shes and slid on my pink ballet slippers and found my place at the bar where class had already begun. There, in pink tights, there were ton dues and deg aches... davant... a la second... derriere... (I long to learn french...)

Between Ballet and Acting for Film I have a 3 hour break. And because I had not managed to bring anything but my small bag with me- i knew i would need to go home. and because Meg had driven me, i knew that i would have to walk there..

I was down the last 6 or so pages of Breakfast at Tiffany's. I don't think i have ever really read while walking but i couldn't stop myself.. i.had.to.read... i have no idea how my feet kept moving as i read those last few pages.. the sky was still gray and the wind made the couple of little tears feel cold on my face and dry up fast... as i closed the book and looked up i thought about dishonest hearts, the mean reds, french, 'not knowing what's yours until you've thrown it away' and belonging...

i had reached 100 North and 200 East. There, nestled on that corner, was a tiny white house that said on the side: Provo Bakery. A red sign illuminated the word "Open". Well, I had to go in, 'it was all so wildly romantic'. I knew what the bakery would smell like before i went in- i wasn't disappointed. The girl behind the counter put my poppy-seed and blueberry muffins inside a white paper sack, which was just as it should have been..

As I left the bakery, and looked at the sidewalk, it was clear that someone had swept and cleaned up the area- so I abandoned the sidewalk for the street where i could crunch through the yellow/brown dry fall/autumn leaves.. as i walked the last few feet in the leaves just before reaching home- my mind racing in the pages of what i just read, my hands holding the warm white paper sack, pink tights still on under my sweats, my gray shoes covered in bits of leaves-- i thought to myself...

"not Tiffany's... but almost"...