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Sep. 7th, 2004 09:42 am
The beginning and back again
It seems that fall has come in right on schedule: Yesterday, it was 80's (sorry, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
caitalainn, you know I mean "80s") and muggy; when I left the house today, it was 62 and the relative humidity was 61%--and dropping. It looks like a week of clear, pleasant weather is ahead of us. Thus truly is the time when a powerful feeling of pity for anyone who isn't in Chicago wells up from deep within me.
Labour Day, 1997.monshu and I meet at the steps to the Art Institute (at the "right paw, third claw" of one of the lions, as we fixed a few days previously). Before we go in, we stop into a cafe across the street for a little refreshment--and some clarity. He asks me point blank, "Is this a date" and I explain my definition: If both people think it is a date, it is. Well, do I think it's a date? Yes. So does he.
Since that day seven years ago, he's had a permanent place in my heart. It must be a failure of imagination on my part that I find it difficult to imagine my life without him.
caitalainn, you know I mean "80s") and muggy; when I left the house today, it was 62 and the relative humidity was 61%--and dropping. It looks like a week of clear, pleasant weather is ahead of us. Thus truly is the time when a powerful feeling of pity for anyone who isn't in Chicago wells up from deep within me.Labour Day, 1997.
monshu and I meet at the steps to the Art Institute (at the "right paw, third claw" of one of the lions, as we fixed a few days previously). Before we go in, we stop into a cafe across the street for a little refreshment--and some clarity. He asks me point blank, "Is this a date" and I explain my definition: If both people think it is a date, it is. Well, do I think it's a date? Yes. So does he.Since that day seven years ago, he's had a permanent place in my heart. It must be a failure of imagination on my part that I find it difficult to imagine my life without him.