magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

the days pass so slowly sometimes, it is not yet even lunchtime, and yet i marvel at how many have come and gone. sicne arriving in umbria, in italy, since the end of school, the begining of summer, my first night with stef. time is a tricky business. it seems as if that could not have been the nearly four months ago that it now is. but is that because it seems longer or shorter?

it's overcast again, but this fails to lighten my mood (although the distant thunder helps). i've come to enjoy sitting in the sun over the past stretch of days. maybe simply for the familiarity of its uncomfortableness. the constant squinting and the knowledge that it's colouring my skin.

yes, the thunder helps. and thoughts of stef. my earliest awarenesses that we might someday mean more to each other. maybe only acknowledged now in retrospect. but sweet and warm against the mountain cold. in the way the sunlight is.