luxemburger

I am covering someone else's shift at work today. Lora had to drop me an hour and a half early, because she volunteers on Saturdays and my friend's shift starts right in the middle of Lora's volunteer hours.

I am okay with that though. It's a beautiul day and I came into the office, took my headphones and went right back out. Walked over to the smoking shelter and then changed my mind and crossed the grass to the picnic tables. Laid myself on top of one of them and soaked up the heat from both sides, as the table was as hot against my back as the sun was on my face.

(You know how some people have really tanned left arms because of the way they drive? I've got a really tanned left side of my face, haha, and I think the tan line from my glasses is super noticible, although it's probably not. So I tried to get more color for the right side of my body, and laid there listening to the mix Alex made me last week and letting the sun and the breeze wash over me.)

For almost an hour, the entire world came down to the grass and the sky and the slow pulse of heat sinking into my bones, the red tint of the sun through my eyelids, and the solidity of the table beneath me. I was thinking it's strange that when I need other people the least, it's when I wish they were there the most. But now that I write it out it's not that strange at all. I wish I felt that kind of peace more often.