It’s like–the word is at our fingertips, but we’ll never grasp it. We can forgive ourselves in the middle of a midwest winter, when it’s enough to just survive. But summer is the time of times. Summer is when we live and love. Summer is when anything is possible.
Summer is half over. Time is flying. I’m living for the future, and loving the thought of not doing that any more. I don’t know if it’s possible.
Save the money. Move to Oakland. Make it happen.
Make it happen? How many times will I tell myself that before I finally do?
July 30th, 2008 at 1:38 am
Today I was sitting on my front porch reflecting on how beautiful the day was. I kept thinking how nice it would be if the world was always warm and alive like this…I am really thinking it might be time to move some place where the weather is more conducive to my emotional health.
July 30th, 2008 at 9:26 pm
Seems like a good idea to me.
July 31st, 2008 at 11:17 pm
“Go where the weather suits my clothes…”
August 7th, 2008 at 5:24 pm
I’ve spent the entire summer vaguely worrying about what will happen when it gets cold.
There is something seriously wrong with a place that has 90 degree summers and -20 degree winters.