I miss blogging -
I say that every time, I know, but it's true. I hope to keep it up on a more regular basis, since I find it quite therapeutic and wonderfully cathartic.
It's been quite the summer. I've experienced things I know I'l never forget, met some simply amazing people, and learned oh so much. I can already picture myself years from now reminiscing on "that one summer, before freshman year of college...remember it? remember him and those nights, and that place..?"
It's gloomy weather out. Clouds hanging fat and sulking overhead, sky grumbling with thunder, and the wind whipping the tree limbs around and swirling the water in the canal into tiny waves, all producing an effect that I would probably find quite beautiful if I didn't feel so gloomy myself. I told him I wouldn't mope. I told him I'm not moping, yet somehow I know I am. I call it reflective, I call it pensive, I call it a variety of things, really. I just don't feel hungry, I say, I'd rather stay in than go out...but he's probably right. It'll pass, won't it?
I've been invited out, so perhaps I'll end this here. I'm off to indulge myself with ice cream and see what the night holds.
best,
S-
