The past four days were spent in Virginia (Williamsburg & Richmond) for Best Friends Day. I’m back now and have been hiding out in my bedroom for the past hour or so.
This weekend, the last hurrah of my summer, was a total shitfest. Now that it’s over I can’t tell if I’m hardly alive or more alive than ever. I mean that literally, and if you could see/smell me I’m sure you’d agree.
I took my camera out twice: first to document the hike we took along the train tracks by the James River, and then when we entered the water. Torrents of rain began and we discussed the pros and cons of cliff diving (Would the sky clear up? Are these rocks too slippery for us to ascend?). They were our earnest attempts to extend the glory and reverie of that moment, emphasizing the invincibility of our youth. We decided to turn around and trekked the half hour walk back under thunder and lightning. I don’t think I muttered a word. The weather soaked me to the bone – literally, again – but cleared out my head if nothing else.