The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.
Today a Worcester taxi stopped to let me cross the road. I had gone shopping while I waited for December’s photos to be developed. An hour is a fantastically long time to spend meandering through four shops and one empty Catholic church, but I walked slowly and absorbed everything on both floors of ArtWorks, skimmed through a gift/florist shop but found it too small and crowded with mothers and small children, gazed with undue interest at brushes and pallette knives at C.C. Lowell, strolled through That’s Entertainment where a book on Superman briefly absorbed me and I purchased a $20 anthology of science fiction for the plane ride. This left me with just enough time to go around the corner, discover the unlocked doors to the Catholic church, and warm my ears while gazing at the Stations of the Cross. Without undue haste I made my way back to L.B. Wheaton to find the pictures ready and waiting.
I have to say right here: I find actually physically handling beautiful prints of pictures I took one of the most gratifying things I’ve ever experienced.
Then, on the way home waiting to cross Highland Street having overshot my way back, a beep startled me as a taxi driver motioned me to cross in front of him. I gave him my winningest smile, perhaps a little lopsided given the wind’s propensity to freeze face muscles at these temperatures, and proceeded to cross the street. I passed through the garage, trading the pictures and anthology for my Calculus Solutions Manual and Writing the Future. Those I immediately took up to the bookstore to return, but to my chagrin found I could not rid myself of Gunther Kress although I offered to pay them to take it (the girl must have read the book herself). For the $35 Solutions Manual I got $4 back – possibly the worst return on a book I have had, period.
Things are very quiet here, with Ian doing his project until 4:00 and everybody gone home. Cars lined the sidewalks at WPI as students lugged out bulging bags of dirty laundry and parents’ arms overflowed with miscellaneous valuable junk students couldn’t live without for four weeks. I missed my family then, and wished wholeheartedly that we lived closer to home, and that we’d flown home on Wednesday.
– KF –