fishing early with my dad, summers, sleeping on the rooftop, night hike, first kiss...
And now I imagine what your words look like in picture. Thanks, Amelia.
Sleeping outside and waking because the moon is shining in my eyes. It's so bright that shadows are cast on the ground. I turn over, turn away from the moon, in order to go back to sleep.
Love this, Rachael. I can feel it.
Cows in a field in Point Reyes on the drive back from a secret beach.
I know that vision. I know the soundtrack too.