Every time I leave the city during the warm weather months, I start wondering why I don't live in the middle of a field. or the woods. or maybe somewhere with better access to such things.
a few lines i stumbled upon by Charles Wright that best explain those moments of summer that are ridiculously perfect. please note that there are no buildings nearby:
The heart of the world lies open, leached and ticking with sunlight
For just a minute or so.
sigh. i'm currently missing Ohio, specifically driving on 73.
1 comment:
oh how i would love to visit the city.. i'm hoping to find a way.
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