A walk in the woods

After The Party

by Julio Cortazar (Translated by Stephen Kessler)

And when everyone had gone

and just the two of us were left

among the empty glasses and dirty ashtrays,

how beautiful it was to know that you

were there like an oasis,

alone with me at the night's edge,

and you were lasting, you were more than time,

you were the one who wouldn't leave

because one pillow

one warmth

was going to call us again

awake to the new day,

together, laughing, disheveled.

Reflection

It's been a long day and I can't sleep. I'm suffering from that certain kind of stress that leaves you restless at the end of the day.

My Students are mostly failing my class. My principle is going to expect a miracle. And, Christmas, which is two days a way feels like it might be a hundred away. And, I'm hungry and there is nothing to eat in the house. I haven't gone food shopping since we're flying to Texas tomorrow.

My sister posted a picture of me from 10 years ago on facebook. I was so innocent and carefree. Life happens I suppose.