The sun beats down on the quad in mid-July. What image does this conjure in your mind? For some, they might see the ladybugs flying from tree to tree, ants scurrying out of their ant holes or squirrels chasing each …
Not every 18-year-old can say they’ve been a guardian for a child, much less for three different children. But this past summer, on August 10th, I had one single day where I was.
I have always preferred lowlight. Streetlights, headlamps, starlight. Daylight filtered through the trees, sunrises as a wake-up call, sunsets coming like a surprise present. It is here where the most beauty seems to occur.