And stretching in the sun of her childhood, she decided that everything was going to be okay. The picture of a misty park in New Zealand that her penpal had sent her was on her mind, and she thought about how she was sitting there with the whole upper-floor palace of the large-windowed building on university campus all to herself.
She was subtly braless and listening to Sufjan Stevens, incurious to both the sun and the few other people hovering in the space.
She thought about how her friend was out for coffee with a boy, and her sister was at an internship meeting, and her mom was just finishing work, packing up to come home and prepare for her night classes. And she thought about how she was sitting there, the whole upstairs of the large-windowed building on university campus spread before her, subtly braless and listening to Sufjan Stevens.
And she was going to be okay. Everything was going to work and she could already see the long road, skipping with pebbles and raindrops and guitar strings and maybe even some poems.
Give this wonderful artist, Sufjan Stevens, a listen 🙂
HermitCrab 