Finality

In the backyard this evening, I could hear two different musics playing; the sound of a Saturday getting warmed up. We’ve just had two of the nicest days of weather and I’ve been in here, staring at my computer, willing the thoughts to somehow get themselves from my head into the screen and organize themselves logically. All of my flatmates have finished; I went to see the opera singer perform her final recital, and to see the fashion student’s work displayed in the final exhibition. I’ve got this one essay and this one exam, and an application for a writing course, and it’ll all be over by Tuesday. Come on, Tuesday.

My mother has returned from Europe, abandoning my sister to whatever havoc she can wreck in London. I’m going to have a potluck to celebrate the great American holiday of Thanksgiving. Next time there’s a sunny day, I want to go to the beach and eat gelato. Once this essay is finished I want to leave this room and I don’t want to look at this computer for a very long time.