'sigh' she said...

as she donned her heavy-duty, serious as a steaming tetley cuppa, criss-cross, lace-up, snow boots for the first time this winter. crunch crunch crunching the snow beneath the weight of her [only slightly] weary soles. a sigh bereft of her beloved california. she pulled her laces tight.

as she realized that particular crunch was, indeed, the only crunch she'd be feeling for a while. papers? written. a sigh of relief. she took an airy step into the future.

as she lazed in the library, quiet with studious youth, the snow began to fall far above her head, landing on the skylight as it let in the deep blue of the evening sky. a sigh of otherworldiness. she basked in the subdued calm.

as she contemplated the course offerings of a certain dr. hurricane bearing down upon her in the spring, the feeling of anticipatory glee arose, devoid of any measure of sarcasm. a sigh of impending flurry. she readied herself in her inmost being.

as pandora informed her with surprisingly genteel diction that she could not skip any more songs this hour, including "rudolph the red-nosed reindeer" [as performed by frank sinatra]. a sigh of laziness. she begrudgingly created another new christmas station.

as she let the thought of his dark, curly hair fade from the fingertips of her dream. a sigh of forgetfulness. she forgot to forget the things she ought not crave.

as she tiredly wondered at the prospect of twelve consecutive hours filled with black-tie-on-black-shirt-on-black-pants-on-black, little boys' size 4 dress shoes [courteously bringing hors d'oeuvres forth from a basement kitchen]. a sigh of gratefulness. she recalled the thrust of colossians upon her heart.

as she realized she was almost late for the last class of her third semester of grad school...