In fact, on the day before my birthday (May 24th) I took a drive up to Saranac Lake and spent the afternoon at my old summer camp, Camp Guggenheim. It was a beautiful time of reflection and rest. Lounging in the warmth of creation.
Overall, my 22nd year on earth was a good one. The year of being an art major. Printmaking. Broken left foot. Firefly. Vampires. New friends. Goals achieved. A couple of tragedies. Hope. Graduation. Flowers. Oh life.