A Day of Rest

This is my first blog post not composed on a Travelynx bus on the way to a basketball game. Instead, I am at Broad River Coffee Company, killing time between classes on my one day off this week (oddly, a Wednesday). It is the one day of the week that I can avoid wearing sweats (especially matching sweatsuits, which look utterly ridiculous, a fact that the rest of my profession seems not yet to have realized) - I am actually wearing jeans, a blue checkered dress shirt, a similarly patterned orange tie, and a pair of sandals in celebration of the unseasonable warmth. I have been sitting at this wood table since Thesis class, working casually on my Cormac McCarthy project. My research has begun to spill over into physics, hence the need to stop reading and vent a bit. When you're going back and forth from criticism discussing Plato's Allegory of the Cave in light of The Road to the Bak-Sneppen Evolutionary Model, blogging is a solid and necessary coping mechanism.

As I look out the large front window of the BRCC, watching cars pass by, occasionally stopping at the single stoplight on Main Street, looking at the scraggly, gnarled January trees, the newly-refinished black roofs atop Gardner-Webb University's stately brick buildings, contrasting beautifully with the inexplicably green lawns, seeing nearly a dozen people I know in the hour and a half that I have been sitting here, conversing with one who I have not seen in over a month, picking back up where we left off, I recognize the charm of this place. And I am filled with supreme gratitude to have lived here. To have grown up here.