November

[sigerson]

Harvard, by Andover Hall. Inside the library is filled with people studying; I can see someone meeting with her advisor and grinning. It is 4:30, and the sky is purple. Black leaves fall. In my ears, Iron and Wine singing:
Will you say to me when I'm gone
Your face has faded but lingers on
Cause light strikes a deal with each coming night
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
Coming night...