I have news. You, the readers, are allowed to decide whether it is good, bad, indifferent or any combination thereof.
Lauren and I have agreed to start blogging again.
The past few months have been a nightmare of deadlines, job-searching, looking for apartments, and you know, finishing my dual Masters degrees. However, now I am embarking on a new career, moving to a new city, and LLM and I agreed that it's time to start writing together again.
I'm glad to be back.
This week's theme: Summer.
You are not the oak tree outside my window,
sturdy and beautiful, stretching to the morning light.
Or the lightning of a midsummer storm, brilliant and terrifying.
For my part, I am not the fresh cut hay,
soft and fragrant, warmed by the afternoon sun.
Or the first rose of summer, beautiful and understated.
And we most certainly are not the loons on the lake,
mated with one another for the rest of our lives.
Instead, you are the one walking down
the country road winding next to the lake.
And I am the one who is walking down
the winding country road with you.
And we are the ones walking beneath the oaks,
seeing distant lightning, smelling roses,
and freshly cut hay, listening to the loons on the lake,
who, as it turns out, don't actually mate for life.