to the next —

It’s hard to comprehend where the time has gone — it feels like it was last winter not too long ago. It feels like the wind is still sitting on my summer skin and I’m taking deep breathes near the lake side — soft and slow, tender and impactful, the water sings a hymn and flashes reminders that I am here, I am now, and I always will be.

But this is not present, these are memories from adventures that have passed, and although these moments are capable of recurring, they will never be the same — they have meandered into a fever dream that I will one day look back upon and think fondly of.

Shortly I will be gone on a vacation, one that I never thought I would partake in, and so my availability will be cut short to none. This month’s writing will include a culmination of photographs that have been taken over this past year.

I hope you find this well,