oxford

This weekend, even while i was in the merry heart of oxford, i missed it. the simplicity of a small town. i finally realized why college years are the best, why people never leave oxford, and why, when they do, everyone eventually returns...for any reason...the Grove, double decker, the fun, the effortlessness of such an easy-going place. there is no rat race. no one rushes. suits and ties are not work attire. and after you get done with the workday, walk your ass next door and find a friend on the city grocery balcony. smoke a cigarette and relax with a cool vodka-lemonade, sugar on the rim, and talk and laugh until the day gives way to the stars and the dark. Saunter home, beautifully drunk and young, with love of your special place. breathe in the honeysuckle. hum with the crickets, get lost in a jungle of kudzu. and feel the pulse of the old ground. oxford slows you down in the best way.