End of Summer
|Photo courtesy of A.L.W.|
Chronology means little here. This season has been so full of people I love, my cup overflows. Full tables, picnic blankets, backyards, cars, conversations, homes, kitchens, days—the makings of a full life, spent with friends full of depth.
I keep wondering why it’s my privilege to have these people next to me, close to me. It is humbling.