a little musing, a little philosophizing, a little ranting, a whole lot of nothing, really.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

August was Magic

I had my August, my birth month. My real birthday was spent sick, out with my family for dinner, back home to bed. Three days later with great friends I drank wine on the mountain, pretended to pee behind a tree, and ran down a dangerously steep hill holding hands with a beautiful girl.

We went to a bar, where we sat and talked and talked and talked and I thrilled inside to realize these were people who loved me, who I loved. He came, we held hands, there were butterflies, there's always butterflies for me.

Kyle and I hopped in a car in August, drove to New Brunswick, wandered around waterfalls, tubed down rivers, felt glad to be alive. Eric took us camping, lobsters on the barbeque and late night campfire games, sleeping on rocks (do bankers actually camp?). Rain rain rain.

A key was given to me. Dresses were worn. I melted. The end/new beginning approached. And now it's here.