Continuity

I've broken out the Birkenstocks. I wore them today and yesterday and felt a pleasant continuity with the past. In fact, with the angle and clarity of the light, and the cubbyholed landscape on my walk to school, it felt almost like being in Austin again.

I remember these things about my undergraduate years:
. the high, Texas sun
. wearing Birkenstocks all the time, only changing into socks for the winter..."land of a thousand Birkenstocks," as a fellow classmate called it
. all the in-between spaces, like alleyways and tiny lawns
. seeing the world at a pedestrian pace
. being all the time inside my head