colors

Yellow

Green

Blue

Pink

White

blame it on the season

Today is one of those days where I am struck by the realization that every person who has known me for any significant amount of time is hundreds of miles and several plane rides away. Sometimes I look around and wonder what the heck we are doing here, stranded so far from those that know us best.

Perhaps it is triggered by the fact that my dear friend Katherine just sent me the new Death Vessel album for my birthday, and I've been playing it over & over until my brain is positively cloaked in bittersweet harmonies and swirling melodies. Or maybe it is the memory of dancing joyfully in circles in a barn in New Hampshire on a crisp late summer night until all that was left to do was leave our clothes on the dock and jump headfirst into the lake with nothing but moonlight to guide us.

We make new friends, new memories, with every place we move & I love the new people in our lives, don't get me wrong. I just wonder sometimes about the sacrifice, and the new memories we could be making with old friends, rather than clinging so strongly to the past experiences to keep them from slipping away.

it's fall in tower grove park

The first leaves are unveiling their vermilion, and the lilies are seeking the fading sun.


But best of all, fall is Osage orange season. I think I'll collect some and make a centerpiece.