Tuesday, July 05, 2005

An Independence Day, Please?

Proud Bostonians crowded the streets along the river in the parks, illuminated by the loud noises which followed the brightest blasts in the sky. i walked home after the fireworks from the Esplanade to Brighton, and despite the thousands of other people doing the same, more so were cramming themselves onto the T as if it were a competition involving a phone booth.

Jeff is stirring restlessly in bed - we have no air conditioner, nor do we actually have a bed - because it is so humid. Tomorrow, he has to head back to work and we are back to sharing a key for his building.

So empty. And so confusing.

There is so much i have to do, but when i arrive in Calgary, i will have nothing left.