Tuesday (sorry, chronologically out-of-order)

Field Below
-regina spektor-

I wish I'd see a field below
i wish I'd hear a rooster crow
But there are none who live downtown
And so the day starts out so slow
Again the sun was never called
And darkness spreads over the snow
Like ancient bruises
I'm awake and feel the ache
But I wish I'd see a field below
I wish I'd see a field below

I wish I'd see your face below
I wish I'd hear you whispering low
But you don't live downtown no more
And everything must come and go

Again the sun was never called
And darkness spreads over the snow
Like ancient bruises
I'm awake and feel the ache
I'm awake and feel the ache
But I wish I'd see a field below
But I wish I'd see a field below
I'm awake and feel the ache
But I wish I'd see a field below
I'm awake and feel the ache
But I wish I'd see a field below
I wish I'd see a field below
I wish I'd see a field below

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Yesterday (Tuesday), this was how I was feeling. For instance, it affected me way more than I thought it would to see a big painting of the Nauvoo Temple on its peaceful hill, surrounded by grass and a little town and a big river.

Later, I walked by a pretzel stand. It smelled like a campfire, which for a split-second I thought would make me long for a good, big campground.

It didn't. I remembered that I love a good, big campground, but that I'm here right now, and I won't be able to get this back as easily as a good, big campground.

Things I love here include:

subways
opportunities
bookstores
libraries
walking
(jay)walking (way worse than Provo)
finding my own way
lamb gyros
other food
hearing more languages
seeing missionaries a lot, randomly
the temple
my job
the history
landmarks
high places with a good view
dollar store cereal
good photo-ops

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