I recently got around to developing an old roll of film.
This is some of what I found –> late summer trip to Wilmington and images of a marathon.
It is amazing how our brains choose to remember only bits and pieces of days months ago. I forgot all about how green the grass was there, how J looked an awful lot like Lincoln then, and how I broke my shoes that night while running to get watermelon.
I’m increasingly anxious and excited for this summer, for warmer days, and finding the balance between making and not making plans.