Crying

Contemporary Writing, my new course, started this morning, and, unexpectedly, it made me cry. Not bawling or sobbing. Nothing so undignified, just a watering of the eyes. It reminded me of going to see The English Patient with, I think, liriselei and metame, and afterwards none of us looked at each other, and all discreetly brushed tears away.

( Why I was crying in class )