I've been having the summer I could only dream about last year.
Mostly. It's still a weird-ass foreboding, doom-laden time to be on the earth and I am doing my best not to freak out about what's next or get started on spinning my personal cocoon of denial. I think most of you can relate. I've had some amazing times with amazing people over the course of this season and minutes at a time went by without thinking that any togetherness would result in a fatality so I will take that win.
August is doing it final lap and I'm just about ready to stay in one place for awhile and play at doing some writing. It's a familiar feeling, the changing of the mental wind and the wistful sadness it stirs up, but it's even more weighted these days. At the same time, it's not entirely unwelcome. It's all necessary in this wild cycle of existence.
Back to chasing the golden light for a couple more weeks. Peace, sunscreen and paperbacks.