scenes from a walk in charleston, two weekends back.
i was in town for a pair of days to host a bridal shower for a dear friend. i hadn't set my feet upon its soil since our own wedding forty fridays prior, and there is something -- there is so much -- to returning to the place that raised you and feeling held there in it.
august air in charleston is deliciously heavy and sweet, and light moves differently through it. it moves altogether slower as its shards tangle in the spanish moss and thrumming church bells before scattering. this is, at once, both a memory and a lesson.
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