leaving white water tavern after they shut the place down. leaving was walkin( walking was trying). my feet hit the ground on thayer st, allowing me to intersect my way through the capitol view neighborhood, eventually home, not too far away.
usually solo, i would think about the evenings happenings: interactions with friends, strangers, things i could have said. should have said. how i shouldn't be walking home alone. how i was glad i was walking home alone. how i was too old to be alone. always?!.
enjoying the breeze!
maybe the fake "string part" of the song underscores the relative danger of walking home alone in that part of the neighborhood. there WAS almost always a little tension there. incidents of someone getting mugged, getting harassed, having their bike stolen from wwt were not SO uncommon.
i look back at these times fondly.
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