Speak to Me/Breathe

oh Pink Floyd how you take me back to college. i used to listen to you in between classes, next to that one building where film kids watched movies in class...anywho, i'd sit on the grass under the trees and lay back and look at the sky...

or back at stardust, when the temperature was just right and the sunlight and breeze came in through the window. the curtain flapping idly. the light filtering in. the smoke in the air. the chess games that were played. oh how you make me crazy when you come back to me so vividly.

walking in the rain. wearing skirts and a scarf and my tennis shoes w/velcro.
i miss being more adventurous.

here's to making my own adventures.