legs twitching from walking in the heat, sweat slicked across lips and hips and neck from same. haze outside the window, room dark with close air that swirls beneath the fan like a lazy finger trailing through soup. feet bare and all my limbs in need of stretching, of working, of cleansing. boxes on the floor waiting to be filled, books on the bed waiting to be read, everything preparing itself. but for what? a thunderstorm is coming; in philadelphia in august, a thunderstorm is always coming. but that may be enough.

we went to cornell. let's just say i'm intimidated - by the hills, by the snow, by the sheer intensity of the school, by the very idea of the application process. i'm full of uncertainty, angry at circumstance, and in need of a change.