Sunset Flush of Poetry
“The past glows with a sunset flush of poetry. The future is cold with sad features sharply defined. But the past fades into indistinctness, while the future broadens into perfect clarity of day” (J.A. Symonds, “Clifton and a Lad’s Love”).
Talked with Melissa. She was happy to see me today (in Pavilion XI). I said she looked good. Her hair was turning blonde with the sun. She rightly assumed that I stayed here working during Spring Break. She was undaunted by Oui. I said: “Red Shoes”–(before we got on the bus) “This is the first time I see you in red–you usually where blue and darker colors.” She replied, very pleased, that maybe I was right. She thought law school a great idea–for her too–she seemed amazed–she was about to say something–she intimated that we were on some same wavelength–both deciding at nearly the same time. She stayed on in Pav. the whole time while Dave, Oui, and I were out eating, talking, and laughing.