weekend spent thrifting and wading waters, exploring suburbs and sweaty basements.
northern virginia, you aren't so bad after all.
best friends return, late night beers by the pool with the gin blossoms on the stereo and an out-of-tune ukelele.
old flames extinguish and hands reach across beds and couches and floors and carseats more and more these days and that's okay with me.
what does dc mean to me these days? Fort Reno, Common Good City Farm, Brain Food, Teaism.
and as the summer peaks distance will grow between this city and me, once again. Berea Fest this weekend, tour with the The Ambulars the week after, followed by a trip to Montreal with my dad. And then it's August and I go west, buying time from the autumn horizon.
There wasn't supposed to be a plan but whatever formula I concoct every summer, well, it always turns out something like this.
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