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Sophie ([personal profile] sophistry) wrote2007-10-18 08:12 pm

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Today, I rode the train out to Bray and back. No real reason, and it's not exactly a long journey - half an hour each way, maybe, when things are running on time. But the baritone lull of the DART under my seat has - it has sense memories attached. Two years ago, three, the commute into uni lectures on the mid-morning, mid-empty train was a few minutes of serene and content contemplation; the day ahead, what criminally-sweetened coffee I might purchase beforehand, the awesome thread I'd RP'd the night before, or would that weekend, which of the deliciously promising canons on my to-read list I'd dip into next. Those days... I'd never really written, fanfic or original, you see. So it was Milliways, born the summer before I started at Trinity, that taught me the how to - the importance of, the intricacies of - considering and analysing a character's particular emotional state. And so... I became more cognizant of the same things in myself; even given the difficulties we all face in life, and the ones I certainly faced then, I don't think I've ever been so acutely aware of my own happiness than my first year of university.

Earlier still, when I went to school within walking distance, the DART meant adventures - Going Somewhere With Friends. To catch a movie, or 'shopping' in town (inasmuch as we ever bought anything, which was rare), or to someone's house to rent a movie and eat takeout or pizza, listen to music, dance (badly), do each other's make-up (also badly), and talk about boys.

[Chicago, summer '07: one of my best and most wonderful memories of recent times is of the last evening of the trip, post-Millicon, doing nothing more than sitting around in Meg's apartment with Mu Ji, Feather, Josie, Holly, and Emmy, drinking, eating takeout and pizza, and playing Trivial Pursuit (badly).]

The wind was chilly today, but the sun was warm; through the window of the DART even moreso. The stretch high above the Killiney coast was lovely, but more than that - you could close your eyes, and feel enveloped.

I - don't feel tranquil. Not tranquil.

But I feel... calm.

[identity profile] indy-go.livejournal.com 2007-10-18 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll take calm. And that night was a very, very good night, wasn't it.

[identity profile] unravels.livejournal.com 2007-10-19 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
*raises hand* Hey, i sucked at Trivial Pursuit, too! I know, you are trying to protect me. It is a point of pride, I think. I am SO spectacularly awful.

Am glad you found a good place. I should find a nice, calming sense memory myself. We had a layover in Chicago and just walking through the airport brought a lot of that back. That evening was fantastic. :) And I miss you guys a lot.

[identity profile] unravels.livejournal.com 2007-10-19 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Heeee. Well, there was a lot of alcohol flowing around as well. And I am good! LA is weird. Lots of horrible strip malls that all look alike. WHO KNEW. So far I have gone on one very long walk and have only an undead monkey for my trouble. ;)

Thank you for mail!! I will get sister to look for it. I can't believe I left at EXACTLY the wrong time. >:(
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[personal profile] vivien 2007-10-19 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
Calm is a good place. From calm, you can go onwards and upwards.
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[personal profile] genarti 2007-10-19 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Calm is a very good point to be at. Calm is a place to work upwards from, and to come back to.

I'm glad.

And this is a lovely post, you know. I'm not sure exactly what about it, but just reading it makes me a little calmer and happier myself.