Creer

Homemade ice cream on a farm where the milk is drawn. Evening sunshine glistening off the pond. A small petting farm. Children’s voices echoing through the swing-set. Oldies music wafting from the homestyle restaurant.

Ill miss these things when I move away from here.

That may have been the first time I said it out loud. I’ve heard it, time and again—but had yet to say it. It felt right at the end of a conversation. The meaning is still growing.

Evita, Evita, Evita Peron!

Good morning, sunshine.

4th of July preparations have begun at Lititz Springs.

4th of July preparations have begun at Lititz Springs.

Things are being placed into “Britt’s apartment” boxes. Crazy that could be a near-distant reality.

John Legend

Thoughts spinning around.

Is laying on top of my bedding after a morning shower and being dried off by the overhead fan.