michelle talks of swim suits and downtown festivals; i remember red stockings.

i read about the controversial background of hannah arendt's editor in my bathrobe, make tea cookies, haul woodchips with my father for the paths in the forest behind our house (my favorite part, exhilarating and mind-clearing), take baths at night for fun, learn from my parents about french forms of drinking (aperitif, digestive, etc), and read omnivorously and nostalgically in bed before sleep. i also, for reasons i don't yet understand, have nightmares and wake up at 3.43am in a sweat and in need of a long cool drink.

and i miss. how i miss.