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Oct. 20th, 2006 12:00 amI bought Christmas lights Sunday when I went to IKEA, and put them up in my living room a couple nights later, to help add to the atmosphere. My apartment is clean and cozy now. It's kind of exciting to have my own little warm space. I left the Christmas lights on tonight when I went out for sushi and sake, because it's always dark when I get home and I trip over myself trying to find the lightswitch on the other side of the room, and since I wasn't in the best of moods, I thought that coming home to softly glowing Christmas lights would be a nice surprise. It was a nice idea, but I had to go and spoil the surprise for myself by thinking about them as I was walking home. Oh well. It was still nice to open the door to a softly lit, warm and cozy room, even though I knew it was coming.
A friend actually called me shortly after I got home and invited me to the grad student bar, so I went for an hour. As I was walking back from that, I went between the two undergrad colleges that separate my street from downtown. As I was coming out from between them, I heard random beautiful violin music, which I had heard once before there (I have a thing for violins, so the memory stuck). I stopped and turned around and looked up, and there was this guy standing sort of in the window, with his back to me, on the fourth floor, playing a violin. It was the saddest and sweetest thing I've heard in a long time, and for a few moments I just stood there and stared up at the fourth floor and wondered what he was playing and who he was and if he was lonely too. His violin sounded lonely. But his dorm room was glowing warmly and maybe he has Christmas lights up to keep him company too.
A friend actually called me shortly after I got home and invited me to the grad student bar, so I went for an hour. As I was walking back from that, I went between the two undergrad colleges that separate my street from downtown. As I was coming out from between them, I heard random beautiful violin music, which I had heard once before there (I have a thing for violins, so the memory stuck). I stopped and turned around and looked up, and there was this guy standing sort of in the window, with his back to me, on the fourth floor, playing a violin. It was the saddest and sweetest thing I've heard in a long time, and for a few moments I just stood there and stared up at the fourth floor and wondered what he was playing and who he was and if he was lonely too. His violin sounded lonely. But his dorm room was glowing warmly and maybe he has Christmas lights up to keep him company too.
