all scarlet begonias and a touch of the blues

This summer’s heat is broken only by rare fragments of rain, just barely enough to flood rain gutters and restore birdbaths. I’m finally moving out; I’ve to repack and restore this house into its previous pristine state. It’s amazing how many memories these years can contain. Repacking your life in cardboard boxes and putting three years x infinity in storage; only half-heartedly wondering what comes next. I’ve one week to go before I leave; more things have been thrown away than packed. Old film festival posters and tickets, heavily scrawled-in calendars, dog-eared novels, dusty Wellingtons, and forgotten winter coats have been forsaken for a turquoise Olivetti typewriter, old toe shoes, and my grandmother's scarves. This girl believes in traveling light in theory, but she's not certain just how much more her overburdened heart can hold. Perhaps I'm finally meant to stay still, collect dust, grow roots.