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'Till I go home.
And one last thing before I forget to say it and turn out the light: I saw ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roga this Tuesday, first in the rain and then in the after-rain cloudiness that's always a treat when everything smells fresh and clean. We had coffee, and then met two more of her friends and took a tour of the main branch of the New York City library, the one with the lions. There was soul food at the edge of Harlem, some strudel from the Hungarian Pastry Shop, and some vids and fandom discussion at the apartment of one of the people whose name I can't remember. There were also two affectionate cats, one of whom drooled on my pants and the other who liked playing with my braid.
I ended up walking back through Central Park, which gave me the opportunity to watch a pair of hawks circling in the sky and the clouds move, but also stopped me from being in a cheery, enthusiastic place and made it difficult to muster the energy to say much of anything. It might've been the deep melancholy introspection or it might've been hugging a friend good-bye. It's hard to say with these things.
roga this Tuesday, first in the rain and then in the after-rain cloudiness that's always a treat when everything smells fresh and clean. We had coffee, and then met two more of her friends and took a tour of the main branch of the New York City library, the one with the lions. There was soul food at the edge of Harlem, some strudel from the Hungarian Pastry Shop, and some vids and fandom discussion at the apartment of one of the people whose name I can't remember. There were also two affectionate cats, one of whom drooled on my pants and the other who liked playing with my braid.I ended up walking back through Central Park, which gave me the opportunity to watch a pair of hawks circling in the sky and the clouds move, but also stopped me from being in a cheery, enthusiastic place and made it difficult to muster the energy to say much of anything. It might've been the deep melancholy introspection or it might've been hugging a friend good-bye. It's hard to say with these things.