people dancing, people laughing, a man selling ice cream
Oh, I do love snowdays. Very much. Sleeping in until 11:00 and then eating french toast. That is a privalege that I rarely have. And I really needed today to be a snowday. Because not last night, but the night before, I became horribly sick and it was not fun, no not at all. Sarah Soldano never gets sick. So when she does, it is a total enigma, and
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And here I see one of the many reasons why I love you. Who else feels the need to be productive on a snow day? You have such a strong dedication to what needs to be done, and such a raw rational sense. Yet you're also a romantic...a rational romantic. What next in this world of ours? My goodness, you are an inspiration :-)
And the snow day is a beautiful, beautiful thing. I spent an hour lying in bed giving myself little daydreams that spiralled off in the most random directions, and I was concious through it all and I kept thinking, as I watched something like my friend Ricky and I watching his dad limp around with a drum on his back, "This is so much better than being in school." And it is a shock to hear that you were sick. I've heard you with a scratchy throat, but being so sick that you couldn't get to sleep? That I've never heard of, and it makes me nervous. It makes me want to get down to Bethel with some chicken soup, ergo providing me with another reason to come down and stay with you for more than two days. Because that's not going to be enough, my dear.
And your future, no matter how it is determined by the good people of Brown, will be bright. It changes on Monday at 5, but remains open to the infinite possibilities of being young and ambitious and oh-so-capable and talented. Like you are.
enjoy your french toast. i love you.
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