Monday, March 12, 2012

Time

It's been three years, and it doesn't feel that long.  Three years since grad school; three with a job.  It's too easy to lose your sense of season in LA.  Where there's a pattern the rhythm is wrong.  Rain in winter, hot winds in the fall.  I travel for work to places with a more familiar clock, but it's a disorienting exercise.  March. . . in Oklahoma?  In like a lion and out like a lamb like my old home?

Then there's the matter of the lack of school calendar.  Freshman. Sophomore. Junior. Senior. New quarter; New quarter; New quarter; Break. New quarter; New quarter; New quarter; Break. No more.

Only sameness remains. 

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