the last time i felt tears was when i was departing jackson. i was sitting at the intersection of jefferson and fortification facing fenian's, listening to the grateful dead's "box of rain," waiting for the light to change. it all hit me, what i was leaving behind and what i was facing. this was the first time i'd ever truly felt frightened, but encouraged by the road ahead.
this morning on my bus ride into work, i felt those joyful and frightened tears hit my cheeks again. the hot, salty tears fell as i was reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.
so, in short, getting to feel it again.
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