our hate for noon

Can anything top my love for the sky? Each ray and cloud effortless in their descent around the earth only to switch with the moon... It nearly makes me forget about my thighs chafing after every. single. run. Maybe time to focus on a thigh gap... just kidding, that doesn't too sound healthy.

Middle of the day skies make me anxious for the day's sunset. The conglomeration of to-do lists pushes us all through the lunch line. Despite my occasional love of people, I think my favorite times around here are when there are the least amount of people out. Like the early morning walks across the apron, especially now, as the sun peaks over Cullum and surrounding clouds. Or the close to taps walks through central area where I keep wanting to pick up the basketball, but then remember 1. I am the worst basketball player possible. 2. When I lived on the 1st floor, the dribbling sounds nearly made me go mad. Its not so much the absence of people that allows me to love these moments more so the ability to connect and reset my own day that often feels a bit spiraling. Small moments to be.

A dream scene: eating a family dinner on a wrap around porch among Japanese Magnolias in mid-April... scene taken from a run with Andrew as we enviously watched this happen in real time.

Thanks Gabriela for being a conglomerate girl boss, I owe you for the word.