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This summer has been amazing. I spent my mornings walking through the soft wet grass of a park, or online chatting with my friends. I went to summer school and watched movies. I went on two trips, one with my church group and one with my family. I have two weeks left before school, and as my summer wraps up I reflect on it.
I remember the smallest things about my summer. Rereading the Chronicles of Narnia as I travel myself, the memories from when I first read it sticking to the pages like flypaper, the beautiful sights from an airplane window, riding on long car rides with the radio blasting, wind in my hair and a smile stretched across my face- the tiny pieces more than the sum of their parts.
One of the most amazing memories of my summer was a place. We disembarked from our raft and followed a hidden path along the side of a beautiful, clear river. We waded across the river multiple times as the guide pointed out land marks- huge beautiful plants called Elephant Ears that were actually endangered, edible minty-tasting delicacies, a place where we could try and swim up the river. Finally the river we'd been swimming along opened up into a hidden area of deep, beautiful water, gently falling water, and green moss. The very air seemed more alive, crisper and the light seemed brighter, the greens greener and the blues bluer.
Other things like that- secrets, niche things, hidden things- are also precious to me. A author no one else seems to know about, a music group introduced to me by my brother that I listened to many years ago and will always make me feel nostalgic, a place I remember driving past when I was sad or happy. Places and things are like fly paper, catching up your thoughts and memories. What are some things that you have memories for, what are some beautiful things you remember and would like to share?
submitted by Indigo
(August 1, 2016 - 12:41 pm)
(August 1, 2016 - 12:41 pm)
I remember sitting on a ramp on the Governor's Island ferry. A slight wind brushed my hair back. I inched backwards up the ramp, wathching the others on the ferry, most of whom were dressed in pale pink and possibly a bit tipsy, coming home from a sort of pink wine festival.
(August 1, 2016 - 5:39 pm)
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(August 1, 2016 - 8:21 pm)
I managed to go to two big cities. I like big cities a lot more than anyone else I know.
(August 2, 2016 - 9:58 am)
While we're talking about cities:
Since I don't live too far away from Chicago, we went on a day trip there a while ago. Here's my memory of it.
Where I live, there's nothing but fields. Corn fields, bean fields- it's all flat. When the skyline of Chicago came into view, it was one of the most amazing things I think I'll ever see. Just looking at the buildings made me happy. That day, it was cloudy, and you couldn't even see the tops of a few buildings. We walked down Michigan Avenue, got deep-dish pizza, and saw The Bean in Millennium Park. It was incredible, and I can agree with Gared- I like the city more than some people I've met.
And another memory that is more of a mix of all the rainy days I've experienced.
One of my favorite things in the world is a nice, gentle rain that gives you an excuse to stay inside. When you sit by the fire in your two-sizes-too-big sweater drinking hot chocolate, a book in one hand and a cat in the other. When you look out your window and see only grey, yet despite the lack of color, it gives you inspiration to draw and write and create, to put your thoughts into words, to let your words bleed into the paper. There's a soft pitter-patter that's more beautiful and delicate than any music. For a few moments, all you feel is peace and quiet, something you never get to experience in this fast-paced world. You want to dance and sing and soak in all of this wonder, but you're too cozy cuddled up in your chair. There's nothing wrong with this. In this weather, your thoughts are the ones dancing.
(August 2, 2016 - 6:17 pm)
You all seem to find life sadder than I do. I like to make everything a puzzle to be solved. Overthink things that are simple. Listen to Techno Dance music at midnight for the fun of it.
(August 3, 2016 - 12:05 am)
How do we find life sadder than you?
(August 3, 2016 - 5:54 pm)
I have no idea. This thread seems... sad.
(August 3, 2016 - 7:22 pm)
haha :)
I blame Romanticism for making melancholia look appealing... this thread doesn't seem especially sad to me, but the influence shows in many things posted in the CB (mine, too). Maybe it's sadness that we tend to think most needs expression in the world? I think it's more true that we feel we most need to express our sadnesses.
Here's a happy one - spinning through a set of contra dancers, seeing this one's brown shirt pass, that one's sweaty blue shoulder, finding your neighbors' hands to make a circle - stamp for the beat, turn, and there's your partner for you to swing... The caller's voice makes a singsong of the steps, star-by-the-right-go-once-and-a-half-around, and the dancers around you sweep you along, linking and unlinking, enmeshing like gears in a perfect machine, sliding out and being swept back in like batter being folded, until it ends in dizzy triumph and applause. :D
(August 3, 2016 - 8:29 pm)
Interesting. I like your writing style. I find happiness listening to about 25 loops going at once on Grageband, while fiddling with the reverb.
(August 3, 2016 - 10:09 pm)