© 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.