summer review

For a season so inundated with unpacking boxes, it is funny that this is not what it will be remembered by. There were no fingers in my hair, no bodies fighting for blankets, no phones(or mailboxes) to wait by. All the pitter-patters I carried into summer have dulled to an almost indecipherable murmur. I spent more money on paint in July than I did on groceries. I forgot to miss you. I bought myself flowers. My tomatoes died. I sat in front of the same picture in the same museum for weeks. Stayed up all night. I rode my bike everyday. I drove around Orlando, I had college girl epiphanies.