this will be one of dozens of places you’ll see this posted, but read it- really.
sun & quiet music & strong music & strings, summer will be here again one day.
as always, glorious finds thanks to npr music.
my friend came to visit this weekend and told me a story that I can’t stop thinking about:
when I was young, my dad ran marathons. he used to take me on his training runs- in the jogging stroller. before we’d leave the house, he would take flowers and give them to me to hold. then he, we I guess, would run to every statue of a man holding a gun, and I’d put a flower next to it.