Summer in Breckenridge always attracted outdoor enthusiasts like us. I remember the time we went fly-fishing down by Lake Dillon, how elated I was to step out of a tent and see you, barefoot, looking to the saffron sky. It’s getting to the time of year when I loved you most, the only month in the year in which my heart is susceptible to metaphors and clichés. The weekdays were spent weaving in and out of responsibilities, mere precursors to a weekend chalk full of afternoons spent stretched out on your floor.
I still wonder if you recite our story to strangers on whiskey-tainted nights, whether the details are frankensteined together to avoid sloppy decisions. I haven’t lost the chronology of events – running through hailstorms, conversations at dawn, the heat of face against my palm. I’ve contained you in a jar along with unshared secrets and blueprints of our penned past. At night I count my ribs until I lose consciousness to a flickering candle; it reminds me that love never means the ease of burning out.
Latch, I mean love note by my favourite string technician. Thanks for never doing anything in halves, unless it’s musaq, of course…cause you also do them by 1/8ths, 1/16ths, 3/4ths…okay I digress 🎶
Even til now.
"You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in the car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for."
Meet Wilma, an Australian Walking Stick. Because she is considered a potential pest and is a non-native insect, a permit was required to legally obtain her. It is illegal to release walking sticks into the environment. People who have pet walking sticks must destroy their eggs by freezing, burning or microwaving them. 🐛🐝🐜🐞 (at California Academy of Sciences)
Best. song. ever. Good enough to be my wedding/funeral song.
Best birthday speech eva: “There are two things that are important to Katherine - her friends and her washroom. So I figure, I should put them together.” [Awkward silence and scared faces] “I got you a new toilet seat, and sharpies for your friends to brand it. Happy birthday.”
Tinkerbell: “You know that place between sleep and awake? That place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you… Peter Pan. That’s where I’ll be waiting.” Carrying a little piece of Mr. Robin Williams with me on my birthday. Cheers to his extraordinary legacy and to the kid at heart in all of you guys.