Apr 05, 2005 21:21
i remember that summer, just a few words and it all came crashing down into me again. all of it -- the magic, the heartache, the beauty.
that last summer, the summer of silky black curls and thunderstorms that would never end and listening to ceiling fans at four in the morning and wheatpasting up charles street and listening to nader speak and it was just so. good.
i feel the humid air of late june saturating my skin as she and i sat in front of an unlit fireplace drinking icy cold orange juice; i lay my head in between his shoulders while he stirs the wheatpaste and we steal kisses when no one is looking; laying back on the grass, i watch the clouds drift as my mind wanders and floats away, music filling the air.
those months transformed me in so many ways, gingerly taking steps on a path i was still new to, i was so very lucky to have been surrounded by friends i felt safe to explore with. i am so very lucky.
and now, two years later, i want to start all over again, not because there are things i want to change, because there aren't -- each of the steps i have taken brought me to the place i wanted to be -- but because it was just so exhilarating.
doing this has made me so happy.