20 April 2009
The snow flowed freely this weekend. The weather was beautiful, and yet the snow (metaphorically) flowed, and it was simple and gorgeous. Now it's time to put that snow globe back on the shelf, which is always difficult. It was a beautiful beautiful weekend, full of markets, dogwood blossoms, pastel-painted houses, curved lines, heart-shaped sunglasses, shared salads, french toast, inside jokes, rooftop wine, waterfront photos, hands, soul kisses, perfectly tart lemonade, but most of all, understanding. It was perfect, and not complicated, and it's always hard to snap back to reality after perfection.