A walk with dear Shaylyn

© 2011 M. Hunter Korroch

A huge storm blew through Ithaca last night.  My roommate, Shay, and I went for a walk.  We watched it come in over the mountains.  Shay and I are living together again next year, in "The Cottage".  It's a little house with two rooms, two bathrooms (!!!), a kitchen, and a living room.  We talked about how it's going to be so funny having our own rooms.  We hope that it will be "our house"-- not just a place we live with someone else.

I think it will be.

As we walked back to our dorm, it started to rain, and we could see flashes of lightning over campus.  There were a bunch of guys sitting on a balcony of one of the other dorms playing their guitars.  It was an up-tempo version of Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah.  Shay and I walked past--laughed, and then without missing a beat, sang right along with them:

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah!

And then they laughed with us--in the rain.  With the dark blue-black sky.  And hazy yellow from the streetlights reflected in the puddles.