Dear Bridget,
Sometimes it’s stupid when it goes straight from summer to winter with no warning. The transitions of life are the some of the best parts, you once told me. But we didn’t get any warning, no transition. Just one day it was the middle of summer and then the next day it’s 60 degrees out, and as far as I’m concerned, that’s winter. Here are some things that have happened:
the best man
It was my granddad’s 75th birthday today, and he’s the greatest person I know, the sweetest and the kindest and the gentlest man of all. In our favorite movie, About Time, Tim’s dad says in his best man speech that his advice would be to “marry someone kind” and he was talking about a person like my grandfather. He’s perfect, so there.
Last night I went to Cirque du Soleil and it was kind of like what I think magic would be like. Nothing has made me smile more than that in a long time.
I’ve been really into this song lately, because it’s pretty good and i measure my life recently in the amount of cups of cold coffee I drink in a day. A perhaps sad but realistic determiner of my time’s passing.
Mainly all I want to do, right now, or maybe ever, is sit on the kitchen floor with some cheap, homemade, just-add-milk muffins and strong coffee with you because that’s one of my favorite pastimes.
I’ve been enjoying my drives to and fro lately because even though the city doesnt have much wildness or space or ocean it still is beautiful sometimes and the sky can be really well seen. And I have so much thinking time, which I’m fond of. Not much time to really process my thoughts, but lots of time to at least think them.
I have this oddly depressing poster that I ripped out of an inspirational promo calendar at work. It’s hanging up at my desk because of the intense irony.
Someone told me yesterday that I have some fire in my eyes. It’s harder to be alone when it’s cold out.
Letters Without Stamps 