Outside

I forgot my keys when I went to my first class today, and I didn't realize until just now. I'm stuck out here until 11, when my next class starts. I'm sitting on this bench outside my dorm and the air smells like grass. It's warm but not hot. There's a breeze, but it's not windy. It's nice. I'm wearing jeans and a tshirt and my dirty old converse. I feel clean. I feel myself. I'm actually not stuck out here. I'm glad I didn't just go up to my room and watch netflix to waste time. I'm glad I can barely hear the birds muffled by a lawn mower cleaning up the quad. I'm glad I've smiled at about fifteen dogs in a span of three minutes. I'm glad my hair is down. I'm glad I'm alone right now. I feel present. I'm surrounded by bicycles and barks and beautiful shades of green and brick red. This place is intimate. I am whole here. I knew I was forgetting something when I left this morning, now I'm glad I did.

Hey

Dear Myself,
Hey, I know you're trying really hard right now to be you, and you're doing a great job.
But I'll be right back.