On my way back from class, spontaneity overcame me. I lay down in the center of the field and watched the clouds disperse into clear blue sky, drifting off to The Tumbled Sea [Untitled (for Piano)].  When the last wistful note rang and the sun faded from the day, I got up and walked home, grass clinging to my back.     

E came home tonight.  We halved a bottle of champagne and an orange, which I must say, is a vast improvement from whiskey and weed; good times, none the less.      

I feel content--maybe it's the pensive music or the company.  Either way, it's been awhile.  I've missed both.