I learned a thing or two about journaling today. Thank you. Wow.
I was seven years old on this day. I woke up, my grandfather readying himself for work and cinching his tie with the news on like always. Then suddenly it was different. His tie was coming back off, and I heard him saying words I’d never heard him say before. And I tuned in, listening to the news for the first time in my young life.
Love this! Your writing is so good. I'm so glad you share it. The paragraph starting with 'strong winds tonight' seems like an entire season of a lookout summed up in just a few sentences. I'm approaching the end of my lookout season probably in 3 weeks. I have no idea how I'm going to accept being back in Missoula. This has been the most wild summer of my life. Meeting amazing people. Having a type 3 fire literally right out my door (1mile away), getting evacuated, getting to return to tower a week later. I dunno, how does one go back to 4 walls with no view in a city that smells funny?
It was a really rough re-entry for me every single year. I still all these years later associate summers with solitude and high country. So stoked to hear you had a great season and appreciate hearing you enjoy the writing. Thanks!
I learned a thing or two about journaling today. Thank you. Wow.
I was seven years old on this day. I woke up, my grandfather readying himself for work and cinching his tie with the news on like always. Then suddenly it was different. His tie was coming back off, and I heard him saying words I’d never heard him say before. And I tuned in, listening to the news for the first time in my young life.
Love this! Your writing is so good. I'm so glad you share it. The paragraph starting with 'strong winds tonight' seems like an entire season of a lookout summed up in just a few sentences. I'm approaching the end of my lookout season probably in 3 weeks. I have no idea how I'm going to accept being back in Missoula. This has been the most wild summer of my life. Meeting amazing people. Having a type 3 fire literally right out my door (1mile away), getting evacuated, getting to return to tower a week later. I dunno, how does one go back to 4 walls with no view in a city that smells funny?
It was a really rough re-entry for me every single year. I still all these years later associate summers with solitude and high country. So stoked to hear you had a great season and appreciate hearing you enjoy the writing. Thanks!