by Grace Pappadellis ’29 on November 13, 2025
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A home away from home
Even when the sun is tender and not hot
Even when the darkness is chill
Even when the ocean is by itself
No human vessels to keep it warm
The light travels through the brittle leaves
Seeping through branches
Reaching me as I stand on the sandy sidewalk
Emptiness around me
Wholeness within me
Reminiscent of the crowd
The late nights
The burning and the cooling lotion
The heat of my room
The breeze through the screen
There is a new comfort in the early nights
A whistling wind over a gentle blanket of air
Quilted room
Crackling light
A warm mug, sweetness, fluttering eyes
Soft voices and TV static
Floral-scented hair, still cold from wetness
I wish I could feel this season without remembering the last
No comparison, pure comfort and joy
A Sunday night without the sadness
An evening inside without missing out on the scooters and the big T-shirts
Summer Sundays in the fall
Long talks with no one
Warm skin, elegant footsteps
Not enough time to do nothing at all
Slow-moving toothbrush
Sweater socks, rickety staircase
Calendar ignorance
Fall asleep to the sound of sea
Fall asleep to the sound of my own heartbeat
A heart happy to be free of life, feeling like a Sunday