The Quiet and Scenic

Mom, Dad and Sis left at 5 a.m today and all is quiet and scenic in SC again. Sunday daybreaks are booked for bye-bye's . Mom said I'm a very brave girl to come here and be by myself to study, that she would never have been able to do so, but I'm only trying to live upto her.



The last two weeks gave me no time to think. It was just full of flights, buses, hotels, aunts and uncles and cousins, long winded arguments, catching up, ma's lap, new clothes, new shoes, coming home for lunch, ice cream, afternoon naps, late nights and shoebites. I'll talk at length about all these things. Tell everyone about skyscrapers and sculptures and arches and ferry rides and the spirit of 'I *heart* NYC'. But today I just need the quiet and scenic to sink in.

I just wish it wouldn't go so silent so suddenly. I wish everyone would have to stay where they are and I could leave, whenever I felt like it. And that I could be the only one moving around a rock steady universe. Instead of turning a steering wheel with no wheels attached to it, looking over a dashboard prop or driving without looking at the road once, black and white trees and buildings and lamp posts blurring in the backdrop, while I drop the other characters in the script off. "I had such a daaaarling time" "Thanks for the ride!" . The pleasure's all mine! Anytime!

I have to go home and do the dishes and put all the extra sheets and pillows away.