Time. I just don’t get it.
Remember the beginning of the school year when the leaves started to tint brown at the corners and your softest, warmest sweaters tiptoed their way to the front of the closet? Remember that endless winter, where it was almost impossible to imagine the sun behind that persistent white blanket of clouds? Or how about spring? Three pollinated months where the idea of summer was simply an illusion, a distorted mirage dancing across a paved road. But one way or another, we reached it didn’t we? And all the pain, stress and worry of the last few months melted away with the pages of my calendar. Damn, it’s hard not to be romantic about June.

x Riley

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