oh, just reading this now, and liz you capture the magic of northeast spring so viscerally and wonderfully. sometimes it's the knowledge of how temporary it all is that makes it so special. i'm glad you got to experience it this once, and hopefully there are more to savor in the future. thanks for capturing that feeling of trying to hold onto something that's always slipping away...the "final shocks of nostalgia." you bring me to lake michigan and to the new england (new york can be honorary N.E.) appalachians all at once--the melancholy of something so beautiful. that same feeling you describe of driving home in the dusk, of sundays after everything is over. if it wasn't so bittersweet it wouldn't be so good in the moment, nor in memory. it will always be here waiting for you, though! ready to welcome you back no matter how much good growing you do.
oh, just reading this now, and liz you capture the magic of northeast spring so viscerally and wonderfully. sometimes it's the knowledge of how temporary it all is that makes it so special. i'm glad you got to experience it this once, and hopefully there are more to savor in the future. thanks for capturing that feeling of trying to hold onto something that's always slipping away...the "final shocks of nostalgia." you bring me to lake michigan and to the new england (new york can be honorary N.E.) appalachians all at once--the melancholy of something so beautiful. that same feeling you describe of driving home in the dusk, of sundays after everything is over. if it wasn't so bittersweet it wouldn't be so good in the moment, nor in memory. it will always be here waiting for you, though! ready to welcome you back no matter how much good growing you do.
missing your old parties!