nika rebekah

i really want to talk about how amazing driving around portland at four in the morning when its as foggy as can be & the defrost barely works. & listening to fairport convention's "who knows where the time goes" & relating to it intimately. getting a package in the mail of photos of my grandmother at my age, & poring over them for hours. sharing a thermos of tea at the grotto, the soggy winter sun sagging through trees. but. it's very late, so this is just a placeholder, hopefully.