not quite twenty years…

I found myself coming up the stairs today behind a student… and this girl’s combination of a certain style of thin jeans and a certain kind of big sweater and her just-so long blonde hair was like a kick in the gut. It’s amazing how a clump of neurons in there that has been sitting dormant for close to two decades can still fire off a barrage of endorphins at the mere sight of someone who looks like… someone. The whole thing made me feel very old and very sad.

dave (who didn’t write this in his regular blog because, weirdly enough, he knows this someone is out there someplace and that she actually does read it from time to time.)

(doctorsilence.blogspot.com)