tid bits

I'm typing in the Brotherton computer lab. There was a line of about six people ahead of me. While I waited I thumbed the paper I must edit. I remembered the three months I spent in Denver learning about social work. I decided I need a job that aims somewhere between social work and academia. A seat opened up. I mechanically sat down. The worn green fabric of the chair was warm on my legs and back from the person before me.

Sunday was a bright day. While walking home I noticed a vine that had bloomed in the night or morning. The small wonder of it was that I smelled the flowers before I saw the white blossoms.
I looked to the grass then and found three small white grass flowers. My friend Amber is having allergy attacks.