the thought of high windows

adjusting is odd. a new city, a new life. sitting in stasis on the top floor of a townhouse watching birds and planes through the skylight windows. taking my camera and wandering around campus. wondering if that place - beautiful as it is - will ever feel like home.

and then classes will start and this street will fill with life and it will be like I have been here forever. life will level itself out. it always does, if you give it time.