Drifting sounds, drifting thoughts

The Empire State Building is playing hide and seek today, disappearing into the fog, then the rain.

Arriving at the library, I saw a young student lift his hand in the air. For a tiny moment, I thought he was MY student, and I was ready to go to him to answer his question. Then I realized that a) I don't have students at the moments and b), the kid was just stretching.

All afternoon, as I attempted to corral my wandering mind, I could hear a clarinet player on the street, from my perch on the 6th floor of the library. When I got out, he was still there, completely absorbed by his music.