I don’t know when or where this happened. Maybe tangled between midnight talks and caverns of pillows. Or perhaps it was in the forgotten corner of a coffee shop or strolling hand in hand through parks. But somewhere along this wordless map I woke up and realized we’re right where we are supposed to be.
Our love came unannounced.
This past week, amidst the normal blur of conference calls, weekly meetings and my ever present procrastination, I found myself day dreaming.
There is a sort of melancholy that happens with each new season. As though life has finally caught up with you, and you realize the closing of another chapter.
While the fall was fresh, crisp and inviting with its spicy cider and cozy scarfs, and winter promises powdered sugar trees and sweet mulled wine, I’ve been recollecting on my summer a few years ago lost among the land of 10,000 lakes and exploring an introverted side of myself that I have never really known.
I had time to think, read good books and take naps. I spent long days in freckled skin drinking fresh lemonade and eating grilled corn.