Living in yesterday

[h_thur]

I'm here in Ames, Iowa this week, staying in a worn room as comfortable as a tattered old bathrobe. Maybe it's the cool tile floor, the breeze through the open window, the sound of young voices on the street below, cars pushing air lazily aside - any of these things that trigger this hope to swell within me. I catch my breath again. That tug of anticipation in what lies ahead has resurfaced; then I settle back in the feel of this room, singing to myself, then to the world outside this window, thinking thoughts I've had years before, yet just now understand.

Tomorrow I go home and start all over again; tonight I simply live in memory.

[Ringo]

'Sounds like you're enjoying the moment. An all to easy to lose capability. Go with it.

[jazzmine]

ahhh...just reading your post makes me close my eyes and wish.

[Ringo]

And I'll risk this thought on an admittedly small sample: h_thur, you write, whereas I transcribe, or report, or something...