Some wise sage whom Pinterest did not bother to credit said, "We only have what we remember." And I would add that we only remember what we repeat and retell. So that's what I'm doing in this blank white posting box that scares me too often with its blankness and its whiteness. This summer was one of the busiest and most memorable seasons of my life, and I want to record it for posterity's sake.
Maybe one day I'll look back on these youthful days and see the frivolity in them. For now, I feel like I'm hanging on to the tilt-a-whirl for dear life as it spins faster and faster. Be quick, now! Catch the pieces before they blow away!
And so I shall.
snapshots of summer
/ / Opening the cafe at six in the morning isn't so bad when the gym plays Ed Sheeran. / /
/ / Cleaning up, cleaning out, repurposing, and doing without are all very healthful and refreshing practices. / /
/ / Walking the streets of D.C. with a pastry in one hand and a cup of chai tea in the other. For all their talk about wood smoke, flannel, and rain, the hipsters may have hit on something: the thrill of visiting a new place and staying until you know it cannot be overemphasized. / /
/ / Families of seven and eight blend splendidly together. Few things sound happier than ten little feet bounding over the floorboards all at once. / /
/ / College dorms bear an unfortunate resemblance to prison cells. / /
/ / Spending a solid five days with this wonderful human being and all the giggling and hilarity that occurred as a result. / /
/ / Tuesday night Bible study and going through the Book of Exodus with some of the most God-fearing women I know. / /
/ / Four too-short hours in the historical district of Philadelphia. It had been too long. / /
/ / It's amazing how brief a time can birth such close bonds. / /
/ / David Copperfield and the Britishness of Dickens. Oliver Twist and maybe even A Tale of Two Cities will have to step aside; Copperfield has claimed my heart. A summertime prelude of the literature I'm now studying this year. / /
/ / Arlington Cemetery will never not be reverently stirring. / /
/ / When one is under a particularly cavernous dome, there's clearly nothing else to be done but mimic Rue's mockingjay whistle. / /
/ / Racing around a college campus on a rainy evening for the sake of pictures can make for some pretty interesting stories. Bree, for instance, is the only person still living who can claim an injury inflicted by George Washington. / /
/ / A Monticello visit that seemed to last the space of a second with the one and only Liza. / /
/ / "You know, I still don't know how to dance." | "I'll show you how. Just be there." / /
/ / Long summer afternoons by the pool eating good food and engaging in enriching conversation (there's something quite magical in tomato slices, basil, and mozarella on Italian bread). / /
/ / Good books come in all shapes and sizes. Besides David Copperfield, this summer's haul included Starflower, Flannery O'Conner's Prayer Journal, and Plenilune (coming October 20!) / /
/ / Roasting marshmallows, taking ridiculous pictures, laughing, eating, and celebrating on the Fourth. / /
/ / Notes, notes, and more notes. A whole book of them. Scribbling so fast that your hand starts hurting (and being mocked for not using the backs of the pages). / /
/ / Good cries may be necessary at night, but never—oh, never forget the joy that comes in the morning. / /
Here's to September and the mugs of hot cider, bonfire-air, apple-red cheeks, and autumnal memories to come!