Love of the Day

He was playing jazz guitar in a little corner of the Harvard station of the Boston underground. He was wearing a maroon colored vest. He had curly black hair. He had a small amp next to him, his backpack, an umbrella and a glass jar for change. He was really good at all of his chromatic scales.

I was so heartbroken that the train came so soon. All I could do was give him a couple dollars and a goodbye. I was so in love - and it only took a few seconds. Which means: …..well, I guess I’m applying to Harvard graduate school in four years.