It is, for the most part, summer. And thank goodness for that. I knew it, for sure, when I was sitting out back of Justin and Brit’s in Virginia Beach over the weekend. I mean, I could really smell it: the ocean air, the smoke from the fire in the backyard, and my not-so-fresh breath from eating an entire catalogue of cheese and other snacks. I was happy and grateful for all of those smells and to feel cool grass between my toes again… I think this whole winter was pretty rough on everyone in the Northeast. But there is a recurring narrative between so many of my friends who live in this region of America: we are appreciative of all the seasons. Because after a winter of bitter cold and wind and snow and ice and straight weather-y shit, these nice days feel like winning the lottery. I love that.
Justin and Brit–I hope I say it enough and I hope that you know how much I love and appreciate you. Thank you for beach and clams and cheese and beers and fire and hugs and love. Thanks for always being supportive friends and a tremendous inspiration to love others. Thanks for the time off and time to really breathe.
“We have one chance… one chance to get everything right.
And if we’re lucky we might. My friends, my habits, my family; they mean so much to me. I just don’t think that it’s right. I‘ve seen so many ships sail in, just to head back out again and go off sinking.”