A wild rice and maple syrup macaron from The Bad Seed food truck, sitting in the sun facing west, my kiddo to my left, a hoppy beverage next to the chair.
Friends who listened all throughout the day: an anniversary I’m no longer celebrating the way I used to, and the bridal train of feeling that comes with it.
The wind– that, too. Rushing in with August warmth, with the sense of change that’s coming, that’s always happening. Summer leads into the next season. Vows lead to growth lead to goodbye, sometimes.
And in a very beautiful moment, dinner leads to dessert.