long island is extraordinarily quiet at night.
a few minutes ago, some teens were biking and yipping down the street; even their exuberance was more muted than i'm used to.
the place i'm living in is cute in a bizarre way--all jagged angles from being, technically i guess, a converted attic. but then cute in a bizarre way could just as well be used to describe myself. what i really want is to find elements of myself in everything.
i can feel the breeze from my window. even though i have lived away from home for five years, this is the first time i've really been completely by myself: no fear of someone walking through the door, no stranger peering over my shoulder as i eat. it has never occurred to me how nice the wind feels blowing through an open window facing out into a darkness thick with the sound of crickets and rustling trees.
i am hoping that this is what i need.
