Today I sat in the Journalism building while doing the wrong reading for the Feminist Theory class I was about to have, and watched a woman walk by, whistling "The Girl from Ipanema".
As I jogged this evening I saw a cholo riding his bicycle in the dark, with a bunch of colorful balloons tied to the back of his seatpost, waving every-which-way in the wind.
As I stared out the window of my father's car while driving home from an impromptu dinner with my uncle, a girl of about my age stared back at me while wiping tears from her face.
And as I sat outside, cradling my knees and crying for all that was lost today and for all that would be gained in the future, I knew that everything was good and in it's rightful place in the world.
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