i lied and told myself that i was leaving work early to study for my spanish exam. instead i'm eating my mom's banana bread and listening to the sounds outside my window. geese honking, brakes squealing, and above it all the wind howling past. some times i hate it when the wind rushes through the hallway and sucks through all the doors, but today i like it. it makes me feel literary, as though i am walking through a poem that is full of adjectives and goose feathers and the far-off shouts of children. i feel happiest at moments like this.