I have to admit that I’ve had a harder time settling back into city life than I anticipated. It feels a wee bit like what I imagine it might be like for astronauts to re-enter the atmosphere – minus eating freeze-dried food, peeing in no gravity, and having to be good at physics. Instead of moving from no gravity or light, it’s the reverse. We returned to damp, chill fog and wool sweaters and socks. Tank tops and cold beer feel like another life.
I am very aware that I don’t have a lot to complain about, so I’ll try and put a lid on my melancholy. But I would be lying if I said that I didn’t miss porches and warm rain and a landscape that is so green, it’s hard for your brain to absorb that much color. There’s just a thinner line on the East Coast between inside and outside. So I was particularly fluttery and happy to get these cards in the mail.
They’re Gwen Frostic prints, which I discovered by reading about (and wanting to step into) this wedding.
The notecards look like pages from a beautiful field journal of the meadows we just left in Vermont, so they’re looking extra-beautiful to me right now.