mm after

on the east coast. after the wedding. when you thought there could be no more loveliness and joy because instead there would be the sadness of it being over. instead there was one and a half magical days with steph, laura, and geir. there was the farm and the terabithia-walk-to-the-waterfalls. there was the misty foggy sandy beach with beers and tequilla. there was the jeep with all the wind. there was the delicious dinner and breakfast and wine and mimosas. there was the crokinole. there was the dancing in the rain on the street out front at 3am. there was the backyard fire and the bunkbeds. and then there was home again. emo-j-lo galore.

i want to go back to there now please.