theoldpinetree:

Still barefoot in the evenings and dirty from another active day. The air was July and the light is leaving me. The trees down this Utopian country road are warming into their reds, yellows, peachy pinks. There is no going back, even if summer is reluctant to leave. 

In the car tonight, on the way back from my third Thanksgiving dinner, the lights in front of me smeared into Christmas colors. It was cold. Goosebumps invaded the bare skin on my shins, and a single, clear thought muddled its way through the otherwise noisy atmosphere of my mind.

 If my heart was the shape of a state, it would be Delaware, equal sides in the busy streets as in the open spaces; with my family sitting at the long, wooden kitchen table saying a long-winded prayer before supper.

My heart. That’s all I have.