Dust in the Wind...

I need to deter from my original topic to pay tribute to someone the world lost on November 14/15 (depending what part of the world you live in, I live in the part where time is relative).

Chris Zweerman was one of a kind. I've posted some of my favourite memories of this man in my facebook statuses, and as I sit here writing this, chuckling at the silliness, there is one memory that really sticks out for me.

In first year, Chris and I were joined at the hip. Went to class together, ate meals together and just hung out (sometimes Jonesy would come out and play). We were both dealing with long distance relationships at the time and I think found comfort in this (most high school relationships WILL WORK, right?). We found ourselves spending time together in the evenings, listening to music, watching movies, doing those (damn) microeconomics quizzes.

One night, I had a really awful cold. I lived in Johnston Hall in a triple room (ya know, the ones with the loft beds). Chris came in and played Dust in the Wind for me and my roommates to help me fall asleep (he was an amazing classical guitarist).

That's the memory, and yet it spawned so many. Dust in the Wind... he truly is, eh? Look at the number of connections that have been made in his memory.

Thank you, Chris, for the best lesson of all: Love something 'til it's gone.

Keep dreaming,

The Blistered Foot Astrologer