today i remembered summer is coming
Bob Dylan – Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right
This picture reminds me of my grandparents’ house in Black Mountain, North Carolina, and what I want my bedside table/life to look like when I am old. My grandfather used to play harmonica on the porch at night when I was little and visited them there, the same porch where my parents got married, and we would sit and listen to the cicadas in summertime, in between squares of orange light from the windows and screen door, and watch moths flutter around the porchlights. Our house was the only thing glowing in miles and miles of dark trees, and I loved feeling so warm and solitary.
The next day when I woke up I’d have breakfast and then take the dog and go play in the creek in my underwear. Those were the days.