As I pedaled furiously to work this morning I passed the Georgetown reservoir, which I ride/drive by constantly. It must have been the looming storm that caused the smell of lake and earth to surround me, and I could remember myself being at Linwood across the years, perched on my bike, smelling that same scent. I found myself staring across the front half of the reservoir, a recently-emptied pit of cement, and forced my eyes to focus on the mass of blue water behind it, rolling hills and blue sky along its border. Oh, to be floating in one of my lakes today!
I wish this ache to go home would leave me. The only time I don't feel a longing to be far away from where I am is when I'm surrounded by my friends. During the week those moments are rare- everyone is busy with their lives, which is true for me as well. There's something peaceful about living by myself, but lately I would trade my clean, decorated studio for a sink full of someone else's dishes just for the company. I need Schuyler!
Tonight's dinner: Baked tilapia in a curry-yogurt-lemon sauce with Indian Cabbage (I could eat this all day) and quinoa.
Will you send me fish and cabbage recipes? Thanks love.
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