vitality, vitamins, vermin
and so so so summer, yes? no? not quite? It just started pouring and I am glad to have escaped this summer storm, though standing in the peels of rain under the lightening storm on Friday, feeling clean with my cotton skirts taking in liters of water and sticking to my skin felt so good, I would prefer to stay dry tonight. I have been bidding my time reading zines online (http://www.qzap.org/) and writing on scraps of paper, seriously needing a new journal to dive into. The natural paper one I bought with Caitlin just didn't feel right, and so I gave it to Sean with a mission to find a sturdy, healthy one tomorrow. The tenth! Goodness. My friends are all slowly leaving this country, and I have little to take care of before my sister arrives on the 22nd, but I am happy to have a lull for awhile. Seth came to visit me last week. It was all kinds of good. It is so nice to feel real, to realize that not all that much has changed. Gina, Justin and his sister, Lacey crashed on my floor and it was a puddle of warm bodies overheating my small box of an apartment for a few days, but lovely to have such company. Thunder, thunder! The sky is grumbling, rumbled, belching it's way through bouts of electricity. Humidity! Lightening! (Lacey was struck twice in childhood, what are the odds?) I did not know that the weather would turn like this but I suppose it's just the flow of the seasons. I have worn my sheets soft in this temporary little nest I have built for myself, and soon enough, I will be taking down my art and figuring out which books and sweaters to ship back to NY. I am excited for sunburns and views from the great rivers of Germany. I am excited for writing letters on the deck. I am excited for familial confessions over complimentary wine. I am excited to cycle my last hours through this city that has been so good to me, has given me so much to think about. I am grateful for all those tiny bridges, for endless brick roads, for infinite bicycles, for the smells of baking breads and roasting joints at intersections, for stroop, for dank u vels, for breezy weeping willows in parks, for the mad junkies mumbling, for double riders, for squatting parties, for winkles, for early closing libraries, for countless response papers, for long haired film enthusiasts showing the most obscure, for confusing advertising campaigns, for used paperbacks, for tram tracks knocking me out, for tapping into linguistics, for small school children moving in packs, for limitless museum passes, and opportunity, opportunity, and experience, experience.
