i’m a sentimental fool and always miss the things that are in the past.  somehow tonight missing is a bit stronger.

i miss friends who spent five and a half months of summer with me.

i miss slow summer days.

i miss when we were younger.

i miss when they were younger.

i miss afternoons that were nothing more than long walks and photo-ops.

i miss summer. and freckles. and smiling so full.

i miss my year of quiet. and beauty. and finding and knowing God.