Crooked stripes.

I have much to say about what I learned and what I saw and who I spoke to and everything I am waiting for, but I will save it. Because it is late. And I have been up too late for the past few nights.
I will leave you with this:

O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbor
With your crooked heart.

I am loving Auden these days.