A Possible Present

I’m writing this yesterday, but you’re reading it tomorrow.

I went fruit-picking yesterday/today with my dear friend D. D and I were roommates for one semester in college and she’s one of the best human beings that I know. We talked about college, how often we’d felt inspired. How we loved our professors and their strangeness. She told me about how once, a professor had her come over to his house to get notes on a paper and she sat on a stone bench in a beautiful garden and felt good and talke...