Back in Boston, I was heavily addicted to my mp3 player. I never went anywhere without my FL100, or my Koss earphones. After I got to Calgary, I stopped using it, mainly because my rechargable batteries disappeared in the move, as did my player for a while. Well, two weeks ago, I refound all the necessary components, and I've had the player surgically reattached to my body.
The result is nice. Recently I have taken up the habit at nighttime of always walking up the hill to the hospital backwards, for a better view into the sky. These days, Orion is always high at around the time I usually head up to school, between 10 p.m. and midnight. That is great on its own, but it's better with a bit of Leonard to accompany it:
Maybe there’s a God above
But all I have ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you...
Or some Nick:
Beneath the hanging cliffs and under the many stars where
He will move, all amongst your tangled hair
And deep into the sea...
Too bad the days are getting longer again.