here's what i'm thinking about.
i'm trying to remember the name of someone i knew in college who spent a night with me in the cupola, drinking Bailey's and tracing patterns on each other.
i've been thinking about the color of the sky and the clouds tonight. the sky is the color of tangerines. and the clouds are forgiving.
i've been thinking about my aunt Sally. i have a Beetle keychain hanging from my visor, and if i take a corner too fast - the Bug whacks into another keychain, an Art keychain. every time i hear that clink - i think of Sally.
i'm feeling pretty melancholy. i'm feeling a bit discombobulated. i think that i need to find the right place to be tomorrow, to remember and honor and heal. i'm surprised at how intense the emotions are, a year on.
i'm wishing that somehow, things could be more innocent, more peaceful. it feels like we've lost a fair amount of innocence. i used to think that was a trite saying. now i know what it means. i get it. and i wish i didn't.