There is a person sitting directly behind me in the library. His presence is in no way a problem to me. Even more surprisingly, his arm around my shoulders during our Pianoman circle (don't worry about it) was not problematic. I am more comfortable with him around than I imagined was possible, given the circumstances.
But about an hour ago, he took his hat off and sort of hit it against the top of his head a few times--maybe to help himself focus, maybe to drill a point home, I don't know--and this like, briefly filled the air between us with the smell of the inside of his hat, and I caught the scent and involuntarily breathed in really really deeply. I hope he didn't notice. I didn't even know that I was familiar with that scent, let alone that some part of me that seems to be deep down in my belly MISSED it.
It was a little disconcerting. But I suppose being reminded of who and what you used to be and how that person in those circumstances used to feel always is.
Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts
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Sunday, October 16, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Yesterday as I was walking to the Princeton Public Library to get books because I've redeveloped my bookwormish ways, I saw a little girl walking next to her grandma and a youngish guy who was either her older brother or her dad, it was unclear. That's not important. The girl couldn't have been more than 2 and a half or so. All of a sudden she says to her grandma, "I don't wanna walk." And her grandma just picked her up and started carrying her on her hip. And for a small moment I wanted to be a small child again.
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