A Beautiful DayFriday, March 26, 2004 @ 1:56 am
The date says Friday, being just after midnight the night following a wasted Thursday. The day I refer to was Wednesday. The weather outside was so nice. Warm and sunny. I went out to lunch with a friend from AEPi who works in Cambridge but I rarely see. Hirsch and I walked across the bridge into Boston to a sub shop on Charles Street. It was the perfect day for it. It was nice to walk around and get into the city instead of wasting away the whole day in the Media Lab, without even looking up until dark.[ Keywords: Friends | Nostalgia | Sharon | Spring ]
Hirsch wasn't the only friend I met on this find day. That evening I went to see Emily, who I hadn't seen since I visted the Media Lab last March. I scootered all the way over to her place on Beacon Hill. The other two people there were also from Sharon. Although one was Emily's roomate, Kermit, who I already knew, They were all the same 3 years younger than me. When we went out to eat we picked up one more person, Laurel, one of Emily's best friends from Elementary school. Such a chance occurance is exciting, particularly for Emily. However, the shock for me, several hours later, was that despite the age difference and her moving out of Sharon before we could have ever been in school together, I knew who she was. I realized that I had been friends with her older brother, long long ago. These are the types of things I usually forget about, but become nostalgic when I remember. In this case it was at least slightly amusing.
After a while hanging out, I headed home. Scootering down the hill, across the bridge, and all the way home was so relaxing. It was practically intoxicating. The cool night air, spring around the corner. The second half of the bridge was just slightly inclined enough that my scooter needs no foot power but didn't accelerate out of control and need braking. I could simply coast slowly looking out over the river. Nights like this are the types of beautiful moments worth cherishing. Standing there, relaxing, forgetting all work and worry, memories come flooding back of other nights. At AEPi, on the porch in the spring, summer, and fall there were many.