Summer of 2014

I remember the warm sweaty nights and the long hungry days.

I remember the busy early mornings, the lazy afternoons, and the restless evenings.

I remember the prayers, the good intentions, the virtues and my sins. And the hope for forgiveness.

I remember the desire to grasp purpose, and to embrace it.

I remember longing for a glimpse of my desire. A reason for my joy.

I remember the brief hellos and long goodbyes.