streets of philadelphia
march 28. 2000
and battered i couldn't tell what i felt
Dad drove me home to school tonight. He was playing Bruce Springsteen's Greatest Hits on the CD player, which I heard intermittently throughout my dreams until I woke up as "Streets of Philadelphia" was starting. Exit 24. Soon would be home. Through a haze of sleep, I looked out at the highway, all I saw was inky blackness interrupted by the rain, the windshield wipers and the occasionally oncoming car.
I seem to running into impossibly perfect moments lately. I was cold, the song is one of loneliest I've ever heard, and it was made even more appropriate because the streets of Philadelphia was exactly where I was going.
angel gonna greet me
Dad looked over at me. "You're up?"
"You can go back to sleep, we still have a little way."
"It's okay, I'm up."
There was a pause.
"So are you anxious to go back? Are you going to be able to get all caught up with your work?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think I'll be fine. And for once, I'm not anxious."
He squeezed my hand. I felt a lot better.
fallen and i'm flying away
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