Coffee: Americano from The Blend, Burlington NC; honey covered pecans, a pie too early in the year, warmly unexpected.
I went home. Capital ‘H,’ Burlington, NC, where I was born. I sat downtown with my phone off. Guys in tank tops crossed the road; the amphitheater was setting up for a wedding.
I ran into two old faces: H, a high school classmate I barely remember, stops me on his way out of the cafe. Tells me where he’s working, he’s got more beard than ten years ago, cleaner eyes.
I saw L. Once, a different summer, years ago, bent into old-day memory like kneading dough, we went to an open mic in Hillsborough and I wrote a travel blog about it. Tumblr – it was a hot site back then – I kept the blog for three posts then forgot about it. Now I’m here.
Thanks for the belated inspiration, L.
Currently Reading: LaRose, Louise Erdrich; FINISHED!! Will have a review soon
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“I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.” – Charles Bukowski