…and then you find your country road that takes you home, and you love the sound of gravel under the fenders and the humble scent of leaves and cows and country in the air & the road that leads to the work of quiet people, and harvest gardens and pumpkin pies.- A. V.
I wonder who has been in love the most times? And who has been in love the deepest? I wish that could be tested, printed out on a sheet in black and white like a smog test or the S.A.T.’s. I know it takes away the mystery, the magic and the nuance but I wish I could see what all these people are feeling when they say they are feeling it and how it all stacks up in comparison. Even just for a day, to flip the pages in that catalogue to find my parents and teachers and friends and wonder how they ever got by thinking they were at a ten when really they were at a two. Or on the other side to find that one old man in the middle of some city I’ve never even heard of sitting on a porch all by himself whose numbers are somehow inexplicably off the charts.- D.C.
Seriously one of the best weeks of my life. Missing my fav one’s.
Video by my amazing sister.