well. with or without internet access, days and weeks dreamily meander by; we are now in my favorite season after spring. warm summer days, cool, star-filled evenings, and deep, cold, tucked-into-the-sleeping-bag nights. the grass is still green, and the trees are still leaf-clad, the creeks are still burbling and splashable, and next to all the quiet greens and browns the threat of winter grayness seems intangible and silly.
so the days of late summer roll by, marked by the difference in dinner's, or the excitement of a movie or a game or the visit of a friend. or by the leaving of friends--i am not excellent at goodbyes--I did not linger long enough with Paul and Katrina before they embarked for Tanzania, and now they have departed. Houghton is duller now, knowing that I cannot stop by their balcony for tea and dark chocolate with little witticisms on the wrappers.
but the days continue their meander, and the little routines of living in day-to-day commitment to people and geography are pure grace--space created through proximity for personality, personality and life, life and transformation: and I am become a person again.
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*sigh* Houghton summers. I wonder what next summer will hold. This summer, aside from the bright sunshiny days, suffocating humidity, and having every spare second packed with some new adventure or one in the making, has passed much the same as the rest of the year. Classes. Though I admit the scenery and people surrounding me have changed indeed. This winter... was lonely. This summer... was... mmm, well-populated. grins
Glad to hear the summer has been one of grace.
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