The melody of
rhythm-assisted poetry resonated throughout my apartment. My apartment was
dimly lit. I felt as if I was more productive in the darkness. Darkness seemed
to give me a sense of solitude and confinement, but not the bad sense. I was
sitting at my desk; far too immersed in my computer screen. This was how most
of my nights were being spent since entering graduate school a couple of years
ago. If I remember correctly, I was working diligently on a research paper covering
the notion of a unified government. Globalism, if you will.
I
slid my window open, which screeched only a few times. The pitter-patter of
rain echoed from outside. I really do enjoy those gloomy, rainy nights that
everyone else seems to despise. The streetlights polluted inside of my apartment
ruining my sense of solitude. But it did not matter. I needed a break from my
work. I proceeded to my refrigerator, across the room, and grabbed a Capitol
City Brewing Company Prohibition Porter. I continued to survey my refrigerator
looking for something to eat, but could not find anything. I decided the beer
was enough for now and opened it. I made my way back to my desk and plopped
down into my cozy chair.
I
glanced at my watch. It was already well past nine o’clock. I decided it was
time to quit for the night and saved my document. Furthermore, it was about
time for a change of atmosphere and I switched on my “Easy Listening” playlist.
The first track was “I’ve Got the World On a String”. I immediately felt a wave
of well-being wash over me. I was finally free of any obligations, at least for
the evening. I glanced outside and saw some undergraduates getting into some
college shenanigans; I just sat back and laughed. At that moment it hit me.
There was not much in life more beautiful and tranquil during a spring night
than this city that I call home.
I
slowly sipped the last drop of beer in the bottle. The song ended and continued
onto “Baby, Baby Don’t Cry” by Smokey Robinson And The Miracles. I adore this
song. The way Marv Tarplin plays the guitar is just marvelous. His gentle but
effective riffs being evident from the song’s beginning give a raindrop effect that
mimics someone crying. But I digress. After being lost in the song, I stood up
and sauntered back to my refrigerator. Just then, I peeked out of my window and
noticed that the light rain had let up. I seized the moment and headed to my
front door. I rummaged through the closet to find a pair of my Bean Boots and
slipped them on. I then progressed to find my raincoat, in case it started to
precipitate. I proceeded out of my front door, making sure to lock it on the
way out, and strolled down the three flights of stairs leading to street level.
It
was an exquisite evening for an excursion and a lengthy breath of fresh air. By
the time I finally made it onto the sidewalk it was approaching ten o’clock.
Foggy Bottom was one of my favorite neighborhoods in any city and having had
freshly rained only added to its beauty. As I sauntered down the street, I
continued to admire the sheer beauty and placidity that this wonderful
neighborhood had to offer. It may have been filled with slightly rowdy college
students, but there was a certain feeling that no other place could replicate.
It certainly felt like home. I passed gorgeous academic buildings, cloned dorm buildings,
and extravagant Greek houses. I even spotted the house on Greek Row that I
spent three years of my undergraduate years in. In my opinion, the house was
easily the most beautiful and extravagant on campus.
Sooner
than I expected, I found myself at the borders of Foggy Bottom and decided to
head back toward my apartment. I marched on only to find myself back at my
apartment sooner than I expected. I glanced upward and discovered that I had
left my window open. Not really making a difference, I shrugged it off and
continued into my building. I strode up the three flights of stairs and into my
apartment. My mind seemed clear. So clear that it almost seemed luminous in
contrast to my dark apartment. I kicked off my Bean Boots and threw my raincoat
into the front closet; I was never one to keep tidy. I listened closely to see
what song was playing now. It appeared to be the sedating sound of “(Sittin’ On) The Dock Of The Bay”. I thought
to myself, “What an impeccable song to end my evening to.”
I
meandered myself over to the open window and slowly slid it shut. I suddenly
felt sleepy, but content at the same time. I slowly but surely made my way over
to my wardrobe, slipped off my clothes, and slid into my loungewear. Now, only
being a few steps from my bed, I slithered into it. Oh, the comfort of that
bed; the warmth and coziness of that bed. I pulled the silky smooth sheets over
my body. The world felt as though it was at ease. And I felt as though I was at
peace, like nothing could go wrong.
