People should know Dire Straits

Six blog posts in, and I've already achieved writers block. thoughts just aren't fitting together in a cohesive manner lately. So lets regress into lists again:

The shower is on next door. I love the methodical sound of running water paired with the typing clack of computer keys.

Someone is singing somewhere outside. A reminder of humanity.

My 8:oo class class is canceled for tomorrow. 9:00 wake up call, here I come.

I have great friends, within and without of the current context of my life.

This weekend I will hike the ridge.

I'm not going to bullet point these things, but I am going to share one of my favorite poems with you-

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Thank you, Madi Becker. this is a poem I always return to. You showed me it in the back stacks of the Blue Room, and it has always felt important.