Amid the crowd, there's a familiar face

[irks128]

I was walking in Harvard Square yesterday and I ran into a girl I hadn't seen since high school. I hadn't even known her that well; we hadn't been in many of the same classes, we never hung out together... but I suddenly felt myself giving her a hug. I have no idea why. I guess familiarity is just that comforting. It's just funny that the longest conversation I've ever had with her took place far removed from the place I call home, and yet home is how I know her.

Here's to beautiful summer nights - these are the sorts of nights we only read about in books, but rarely get to experience ourselves. :)