I was grateful for cereal --- the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle.

Something about being rejected at Church Camp felt so much more awful than being rejected at school.

You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone's so shocked or impressed that you're baring your soul, while to you it's nothing, because you know you've twenty more layers to go.

Right now the day length is exactly the same as in spring when birds key into it and begin singing. The birds are a little confused by it all and the singing isn't very intense. It only lasts a week or so each fall, but it's still cool to hear spring bird songs at this time of the year.

and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.

You're more than a story.

I love the sea because it is boundless.