Piffle. My dream is to live on a dead end street. But, I suppose, nothing like the one you lived on. There's one in Stillwater that's perfect that may even still be for sale, somehow. The house is old, and it's been gutted, showing no leftover character whatsoever. Not that it couldn't be introduced, as half the house is unfinished. But the yard invites bonfires and community, and the whole thing is surrounded by a fairly thick wood, given it's in the city. All this, and only about half a mile from the river, for less than $200k.
I would love to read all my dearests feelings on the seasons changing over, what their "fall feeling" trigger is. I think my people are overwhelmingly fall people, though I used to be a summer people. My first fall pang always comes on an afternoon that's humid and cool, around 65 degrees. Especially if there's a lingering haze in the air. That combination brings me back to late summer days of childhood at my family's now 20 years gone cabin on White Iron Lake outside of Ely. Michael helped us finish cleaning it out before it changed ownership. That's the deepest heartbreak of my life, losing that place. The only one not tied to having fallen in love with a person.
I'm excited and curious to hear where you two will end up. Perhaps not end up at all, but continue a graceful movement through to... something.
A beautiful little essay, Patrick!
nostalgia is a mirror, not a time machine.
you’re not longing for what was — you’re longing for who you were when it happened.
Piffle. My dream is to live on a dead end street. But, I suppose, nothing like the one you lived on. There's one in Stillwater that's perfect that may even still be for sale, somehow. The house is old, and it's been gutted, showing no leftover character whatsoever. Not that it couldn't be introduced, as half the house is unfinished. But the yard invites bonfires and community, and the whole thing is surrounded by a fairly thick wood, given it's in the city. All this, and only about half a mile from the river, for less than $200k.
I would love to read all my dearests feelings on the seasons changing over, what their "fall feeling" trigger is. I think my people are overwhelmingly fall people, though I used to be a summer people. My first fall pang always comes on an afternoon that's humid and cool, around 65 degrees. Especially if there's a lingering haze in the air. That combination brings me back to late summer days of childhood at my family's now 20 years gone cabin on White Iron Lake outside of Ely. Michael helped us finish cleaning it out before it changed ownership. That's the deepest heartbreak of my life, losing that place. The only one not tied to having fallen in love with a person.
I'm excited and curious to hear where you two will end up. Perhaps not end up at all, but continue a graceful movement through to... something.