holding.

because you're supposed to hold on to good things, right?

and my means of holding on to things is to write about them.

and for the occasions when i can't find my words,

i let photos do the talking instead.

so that i may remember the good days that life graces me with.

(because wednesday was a really really good day--

filled with the deepest kind of tranquility.)

plate and i went up the canyon on wednesday.

after a long, cold winter sometimes i forget my mountain obsession.

the way being in the mountains fills my lungs with air.

the way being in the mountains grounds my soul.

the way i say (probably much to his annoyance) over and over again--

i love the sun.

oh, how i dearly love the sun.

made even better by spending a good portion of a day with nate. 

sunshine and mountain therapy is a real thing.

here's to the mountains and the sun.

perfectly magical dots of snow followed by radiant blue skies and sunshine breaking through.

here's to my obsession with springtime in the rockies.

(and enjoying it with an exceptionally good human.)

sorrynotsorry for the attack of photos.

- - -

i can gather all the news i need on the weather report.

i've got nothing to do today but smile.

(the only living boy in new york, simon&garfunkel.)

THIS IS REAL LIFE.

i repeat: THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

(insert sappy comment about how darling he is here.)

spring never ceases to fill me with relief.

my soul can breathe again.

happy spring, world.

glorious, glorious spring, indeed.

your soul you must keep, totally free.

walking home down second has become my new favorite pastime. 

the square around president's circle. 

the gentle calm of a friday afternoon. 

the stairs leading down at the steepest part of the hill. 

color. so much color and quaint charm in these houses. 

the golden autumn sun and crisping air. 

greens interspersed with gold and rust. 

the grassy space with two people out with their dogs playing. 

bean's traveling playlist on spotify. 

silent smiles shared with the man at the coffee shop on the corner. 

the dragonfly in the wind. 

glorious homes hidden behind hedges and giant blueberries. 

silent smiles shared with the older man who lives a few houses down and is often out on his porch swing.

the wind on my soul walking home. 

let it seep into your bones.

this beautiful neighborhood.

these beautiful things.

remember this.

life [not] in technicolor.

time came a creeping.

oh, and time's a loaded gun.

every road is a ray of light.

it goes on.

time only can lead you on.

still. it's such a beautiful night.

coldplay, life in technicolor ii

because a picture speaks (over) a thousand words.

and because i don't really want to talk about the word part of life since graduation. 

song of the day: life in technicolor ii, coldplay.