Thursday, November 06, 2008
6 November 2008. Autumn sun, golden blue sky. Sounds of the avenue, the humming machines, aready.
Yesterday's waves--of smiles, of tears. A thousand young people charging up and down nighttime streets. "I just had to go outside... A big crowd came round the corner--hundreds of students, everyone running--and I said to myself, well why not...?"
Meg, downstairs, early yesterday morning: Yes it IS a beautiful day... Ehren, too, once a marine, weeping...