Monday night.

I’m sitting on my porch drinking a glass of red wine and listening to the NIGHT.

The crickets are humming and playing their legs like violins, and cars are driving by faster than they should (but I do it too). It’s cool out tonight. Crisp. One of the crickets is louder than the rest. The lead singer while the others provide backup. I can hear drums from a bar down the road. They stopped now, but I’m sure they’ll kick back in a second. Monday night is open mic, and it’s subtle from a distance, but it’s there. My mind is wandering. I miss my girlfriend and my sister and freedom. School isn’t freedom, but a new step. I like the step, but anything new is scary. But scary is good. I heard the other day that the Chinese character for “danger” is the same as the one for “opportunity.” I don’t know if it’s true, but I like it. It makes sense. Lots of things don’t, but that’s part of the fun of it all.

Right?