February sun in my eyes and songs in my ears that imprinted themselves on July 2010 make for a heavy kind of summer nostalgia. I feel it mostly in my throat and stomach. It makes me think of A, of grassy parks, of flavors, and of warmth on bare skin. I crave that.
Busy season is floating by, with relatively little stress compared to previous years. I don’t know what I’m doing in 4 weeks or 4 months, but I guess I’m okay with that. I’ve thought about Hawaii wwoofing, or weird independent jaunts through Asian countries. I’ve also thought about staying, and working, and trying to find satisfaction in a job and a structure and a city. Really, where ever I’m at I just want to feel that warmth on my bare skin and a connection with people.
I’ve been getting wispy wants for a person in my life. For the first time in a while, it’s accompanied by an awareness that I need to be careful who I impart those wants upon. Somehow Michael Pollan’s quote feels like it can be modified from food to humans - make connections, mostly friends, be careful with them. Food and friends, the life sustaining forces.
Worked a little on my island goal this weekend. Will make that a separate post, as the list is long.
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