I don’t know about you, but summer brings me to life: the honey-colored light and the slow silken heat. The sight of children let loose for the holidays, running barefoot in fresh-cut grass.
On the greenest of summer’s days, I feel like running barefoot, too.
I’ve spent the past several days celebrating the beginning of all that. There were twelve of us bedded down in a giant cabin in the Smokies, laughing and screeching, reveling in the heat and the mountain air and the goodness of human company. And it seems like the right time to simply drop in here and say: I’m grateful.
The first day back from such a beautiful holiday is always hard, but I thought I’d begin with a simple snapshot I caught from the car window on the road home:
The world is alive and shimmering with warmth.
The winter is a distant memory.
And the future is full of possibility…
Hope you’re celebrating, too. ❤