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9

This one’s a good month. A bountiful month, a ¬†proving month. A glittering crimson and jeweled month, filled with chance and truth month.

On September first, I stopped then started. It was a needed reset, and eight days in, I still feel more or less revived.

It started in Eureka when Drew and I escaped to the North Coast for labor day weekend. My first time in a puddle jumper plane started a domino effect of firsts –in a matter of days, I met droves of his family and friends, experienced cabin life in Willow Creek, hooted and hollered at small town folk in Big Foot suits, saw a night sky tightly polka dotted with stars, and witnessed a scorpion try to sneak its way into a suitcase.

We hiked and explored and played and wandered and sat by the firepit with his parents. We squeezed hands every time we saw deer minding their afternoons like they mind their babies. We drank Troublemaker and ate sliders with childish class, uninterested in time or texts or responsibility.

And I got to bring my dad to a new place. His birthday anniversary was yesterday, and like every day this month, I toasted to his life. In warm company, I remembered him as I always do. Happy birthday dad, this month’s for you.

Here’s a playlist I’ve made to soundtrack this new and ninth month. Enjoy the songs and these below sights.

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Middle of June

I’m fairly certain that my most intimate relationship over the last six months has been with CA 101.Three hours north, three hours back — I know exactly where each speed trap, pothole, windy ravine, and crack in the pavement lie. Driving at all hours of the day and night, I’ve seen it at its best, at its most vulnerable, at its quietest and most painfully obnoxious. My thoughts litter its shoulders. ¬†It takes my every idea, fear, joy, uncertainty and traps it between exits, between towns, between the two places I call home.

Download the music I’ve been listening to in the car Here, and welcome to the Middle of June.

[image via Edenclareartfulfairytales]