Eat the heart first
Oct. 6th, 2003 07:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishadayThe grey dawn light is becoming my favorite time of day. It's cool and crisp, and I can feel the wind in my face, chilling my arms as I ride. I'm beginning to recognize regulars - the trio of men in Army grey sweats by the crossing into campus , the woman with her pug near the UVillage.
I walked up campus today, in the sun that hit me like a pat on the back - 'Good Misha, nice sun-worshipper'. I had my sandwich and was able to be helpful. She hadn't even seen my face when she asked for directions to the HUB - apparently even my ass looks helpful.
Between the pumpkin and the watermelon, I decided it was more prudent simply to bus home, so I enjoyed my first fogged up bus of the season. I dawdled, and the bus was even overful at six.
I halved the watermelon between Ali and me, and now I've half the heart to myself. Tales of my grandfather's Texas boyhood, scrambling over fences and only eating the hearts, drift back to me. Growing up, Mom would salt hers to keep us from stealing it. Dad would use pepper as well.
It's sweet, so much juice in the heart, and I can sit here, cat on my shoulder, listening to rain and thinking inappropriate serial killer thoughts.
I walked up campus today, in the sun that hit me like a pat on the back - 'Good Misha, nice sun-worshipper'. I had my sandwich and was able to be helpful. She hadn't even seen my face when she asked for directions to the HUB - apparently even my ass looks helpful.
Between the pumpkin and the watermelon, I decided it was more prudent simply to bus home, so I enjoyed my first fogged up bus of the season. I dawdled, and the bus was even overful at six.
I halved the watermelon between Ali and me, and now I've half the heart to myself. Tales of my grandfather's Texas boyhood, scrambling over fences and only eating the hearts, drift back to me. Growing up, Mom would salt hers to keep us from stealing it. Dad would use pepper as well.
It's sweet, so much juice in the heart, and I can sit here, cat on my shoulder, listening to rain and thinking inappropriate serial killer thoughts.
