Savoring the Present and Anticipting the Future

I never really thought she'd leave, but her bags are packed and tomorrow she'll head off to the airport. I wish I could be there to see her off, give her one last hug before she passes through the security check point and I can't go any farther, but new classes call me to my small town university. It will be so strange to know that I can't meet the Autumn Rain for lunch, or search the reading nooks in the library for her so that we can head home earlier than planned. She is going to have a wonderful time though and really three and a half months won't take too terribly long to go by and they'll be busy with school and work, and maybe I'll manage to fit in an opera and some swing dancing too. There are all sorts of good things to look forward to, and who knows what surprises life my spring on our home on Fishback Mountain. Spring, maybe that will come, there is something mildly disconcerting about snow at the end of March, I have to admit that it makes me feel slightly less guilty that I haven't planted a garden yet.

Until tomorrow morning I'm savoring every second that I have with that sweet sister of mine. Then I'll plunge into spring term, so that when she comes back we can talk logic and I might actually know what I'm talking about. And hopefully I'll have more amazing Villa-Lobos pieces to play for her.