Missing the Blanket

I miss the Blanket.

Today is Friday. Friday means Blanket Day. True, it's a bit chilly and quite blustery. We probably wouldn't have made it out today,but perhaps.

I miss those warm summery-fall or summery-spring days spent lougeing in the sun. I miss those philosophical and theological debates, that i normally just listened to, occasionally putting in a comment probably only worth two cents. i miss the drawing of fake tatoos, mimicking strange noises and shadow puppets, napping, frisbee-ing, staring at the clouds, listening to music, simply enjoying the silent sounds of the trees, wind, and birds with and among friends. Oh, that circle of friends! oh, my dear friends.
The circle ever changing. As the bells tolled, calling people to class, work, video games,life. but for a brief time we sat together. and they would come back, later, or the next week. and new people wouldcome. The circle was a fluid, changing thing. It was at it's best when it was so.
truthfully there were times when it wasn't as good. when it was viewed as, and perhaps became, cliqueish. sadly enough.Oh, those golden early days though!

It would not be the same now. but i have those glorious memories. and it felt like home.


I sit in the Library these afternoons of sudden spring. I look longingly out the windows wishing i could be sitting inthe black hole, or on a blanket, or a balcony with friends playing guitar. Times change. I also look with a ridiculous amount of pride at all the people who are actually enjoying the fine weather, as if i had something to do with it. one day i observed people avoiding chapel and sitting on a blanket...and then, playing Red Rover! how glorious! i'm sure i was grinning ridiculously, just glad that there are people with that childlike abandon i hope i can always keep.

Someday something like the Blanket will return. because people always came back. we will come back. we have to.

Random Thought: i got nothin'. sorry.