Summer Is My Name When the Sun Calls Me Lover

I have been on the go since about the end of June this year, having graduated from PSU about that time and commenced with letting the warm sunshine spill into me and send me spinning. I have been cycling, swimming, running, climbing, and enjoying the company of friends and loved ones since then. Tomorrow, I begin work at Preschool again. I'm also working with The Bear Deluxe magazine, and, of course, planning four-day excursions into Oregon between house-hunting on days off.

I just wanted to let you know I've not forgotten about you, and that my next trip posting is in the works. I just can't let it out just yet, maybe partly because it's not finished, and partly because I don't want to let the freshness of experience it represents to me go. When it's been solidified into my words, the ones I choose freely ad carefully, then it will enter the realm of yesterday. And, while I'm busy planning my next trip to Ecuador this fall and can't possibly make time to be sorry that the last one is over, I can't help but want to savor it a little. After all, it has meant a lot to me, and I have trouble with transitions, even if nothing's really ever over, or if it constantly is. I prize my thin skin and enjoy feeling every bit of longing, uncertainty, and anticipation that comes my way. I ache to experience it all whole-heartedly, and, no matter how scary, I know that with opened eyes is the only way I'll see any of its majesty. Or mine.