Friday afternoons are lovely afternoons in my studio (which for now resides at the university where I teach.) There are few, if any classes, and the hallways are generally quiet, save the periodic burst of flurried movement, and today,
the drop of keys
a door slamming
a burst of deep, deep, whole body laughter reaching me from well down the hall,
rubber shoes smooshing against a concrete floor and the drop of weight in the snack machine,
my neighbor in low consultation,
a metallic crash, and far far away the beeping of an elevator or movable lift?
I am off to meet Christopher for a game of pinball.