|sweet, sweet honeysuckle|
David and I went on a bike ride this evening. I couldn't help but be reminded of my childhood summers. The days when I would wish on dandelions, drink honeysuckle, and eat wild blackberries. My front door rests open as I type this while the sound of crickets comfort me. I'm so grateful to be back in my home state. There are still so many places in the world I hope to see, but one thing will remain: my roots are here.