| Frost on the Piece |
[Jan. 16th, 2012|10:31 am] |
So, I'm feeling good, right now, thought it's hard to say exactly why. The CUSFS meeting yesterday/today, which went from 7.30pm up until 6.20am: that was excellent. Fun conversations, many of them about science fiction, even! That feeling of interesting connection that I feel so often lacking. Then, walking back to college, as the day just begins to break forth: watching Sherlock in the computer room until (I think) breakfast opens in college. Sherlock was fantastic, a cracking episode, but any more is verboten spoilers :D.
Breakfast in fact having just closed in college, walking to a cafe I've passed many times but never gone in, Cafe Avalanche. Tasty tasty all day vegetarian breakfast, great service: had a "moment of Zen" as I sat back with a cuppa and "Joy Division" by The Wombats came on, a song I associate with such times of still clarity. All these things made me feel good, but mostly it was the frost on the Piece.
Let me explain. Walking by Parker's Piece, on the way to said Cafe, I see the grass, frosted over from the cold morning. The sky is that fantastic blue with the early morning sun that it is at such times. Around me, Cambridge awakens, this beautiful city, ready for another day. Life, in all its forms, begins. And I realize something: I think I love this city. In a way that I've never felt with Sheffield, I feel like I'm beginning to know parts of it, to know parts of its ways and its feel, and also to know that there's so much more, so much little beauty to be had here. I love to walk to lectures or to college, in the early morning or the late evening, see the Piece in its empty glory as I walk by. At night, it looks, I suppose, scary: but scary can also be bloody marvelous.
I like to walk the streets of the centre, when I can, find little crannies to walk down, to meander. I'm still a visitor here: still naive, I suppose, seeing maybe just the superficiality (god knows there's problems that lie beneath, that aren't evident to the enbubbled student: for example, of course, in all this pretty talk of streets I haven't mentioned the shivering human populace that sleep on them, the homeless of Cambridge, which seem so many for such a small place). But still: I want, I think, to stay here. I don't know how this degree will pan out: if all goes to plan I will be able to stay in Cambridge for a good few years yet, and even in the worst case I have another year and a half. But after that? Yeah, I could live here, stick around and become the new old CUSFS and a CUTT veteran and a 'real person'. It feels the right sort of sized, the right short of shape.
And it was seeing the frozen Piece, in all its diamond majesty, that made me think and feel all this and made me realize: maybe, sometimes, life ain't so bad, after all. |
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