I painted tonight. I stayed up too late doing so. I am ok with that right now. Tomorrow, my story may change.

This underlying theme in my life, as of late, involves anything old: cars, music, moments. I can't get past the sound of tree frogs and I can't see the stars without thinking about things that make my heart flutter and make my stomach churn. They make me want to leap as high as I can as if maybe they'll let me join their little club in the sky. I can't think about summer without feeling myself cruising down the country road with mosquitoes flying in my open windows and fireflies greeting me at the corners when I'm forced to slow down. I can't think about summer without thinking about the lake. The carnival. Lemonade and hot pavement. Good-byes that took far too long. Without aching so bad.

...but I'm so good. it's a great view. I just wish it came with a time machine.