blouse: thrifted jeans: TJ Maxx boots: thrifted necklace: F21
I slowly walked out of my class, the weight of my laptop in my bag made my shoulders begin to burn and all I could think was that I was not up for riding home on my bike today. I thought of all the excuses that I could tell Sir Matt to convince him to come get me....I'm tired...I have so much studying to do that I don't have time to ride home. You know, the usual excuses that are only half true. I looked up from my usual gaze of the floor to see the most glorious sight. It was raining! no. It was pouring! I called Sir Matt as fast as my little fingers could poke at my screen and just like that he was on his way to come get me. What luck right?! The day I couldn't muster up some gusto...the day that my laptop was just a little to heavy for my shoulders. It made me grateful for the tiny things...like the rain, pitter pattering on the glass doors of the building, whispering to me that Matt was on his way.
I sat on the couches in the building lobby. Watching all sorts of people, busy people, moseying people, people that talked a little to loud at the phone. It was the hungry hour. You know, right before you get off work and your stomach feels like it's about to shrivel into a raisin if you don't get food that very second, and people started moseying up to the glorious line of ten vending machines next to my seat. I started a little game with myself. Trying to guess what people would pick from the vending machine based on what they looked like. The girl with the Zoey Deschanel bangs picked skittles. The asian boy with glasses picked a nut roll. I smirked to myself whenever I guessed right.
And then just like that Matt appeared outside and we rode home, talking of our days triumphs and woes.
It was a simple day. One of those days that slows down for you so that you can smell the air.
Just the way I like it.