the first time i ran away

things have been great. 

there are unavoidable flames keeping my mind in distant places, like piper graduating or missing kirk or wanting my bike, but i can say with relief that i'm liking things more and more here. 

i'm seeing things in new ways. 4 months in. with 1 month to go. of course it happens this way.

i cling to any and all moments of bliss or love or wonder or beauty or happiness.

these are the simplest things that brought those moments today.

i like thinking about sleeping in my bed in michigan again. i love getting lost in the white.

And the moon and the stars were gifts
You gave to the dark and the endless skies

i'm going to miss richmond park, the closest form of the most beautiful kind of escape
i'm appreciating the old, towering houses and the trees that cradle them now after growing up beside them
i'm going to miss the feeling of life in this city
i look forward to gliding through water again, pedaling for miles, paddling under Summer's sun