everything else: august
dear internet,
on rainy days i miss delhi, and on sundays i forget it is the weekend, and walking in and out of rooms i follow the german convention of wishing my flatmates a very happy something. when i knit i feel like i am birdwatching, and when i look at the pigeons on the rooftop opposite mine i think of august two years ago, 6am, bleary sunrise, listening to mirrorball in the car with my camera in a tote bag at my feet. my roses are fading and loosening and growing more beautiful. three weeks ago i turned thirty-two and didn't know when we were in the park eating tiramisu topped with blueberries that summer was already ending.
love,
t
on rainy days i miss delhi, and on sundays i forget it is the weekend, and walking in and out of rooms i follow the german convention of wishing my flatmates a very happy something. when i knit i feel like i am birdwatching, and when i look at the pigeons on the rooftop opposite mine i think of august two years ago, 6am, bleary sunrise, listening to mirrorball in the car with my camera in a tote bag at my feet. my roses are fading and loosening and growing more beautiful. three weeks ago i turned thirty-two and didn't know when we were in the park eating tiramisu topped with blueberries that summer was already ending.
love,
t
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