Late night living room dance parties. Skinny dipping under a full moon so bright i squint as I flip over to float on my back. Long car rides and meandering conversations. Campfire. Sipping port and playing scrabble. Time-crunched catch ups with old friends; so satisfying to watch people continually prove themselves to be as special as i suspected.

Lying wide-eyed, warm and dry in the cocoon of my tent, watching lightning flickering almost simultaneously with the deafening thunder as the rain streams down. Night-time bike rides over and under bridges, twisting along canals that gleam like liquid mercury. Wheat fields golden in the late afternoon sunshine as I turn up the radio, glance around to check for cops, and press the accelerator a little harder. Ice cream cones at dusk. Remembering all the ways i love and am loved.

I'm turning a corner here.

12:03 a.m. - 2012-08-08