winter?

For some reason in the last few days I've really been craving winter time. Up until last fall, I never wanted winter, I've been strictly a summer person. Through the changes in my outlook on life that have occurred over the past two years I've developed a love for winter. There are so many emotions that go along with the imagery of winter. I suppose I crave those emotions and achieve those emotions to their fullest extent in winter time. I've been listening to my winter music a lit in the past few days, such as Imogen Heap, Kate Havnevik, Royksopp, etc. I hope winter is in full swing when I'm home for christmas this year.

on missing out

Yesterday we went to the beach. It was the first time I've been to the beach since being in Charleston. It was very odd to walk onto the beach 1000 miles up the coast and feel like it should be the same. It wasn't tho. I was with my parents, which was all fine and good, but it was one of the moments when I really miss Charleston. It isn't entirely Charleston itself that I miss, while I do love the city, but more so, the people I've met there and developed friendships with there. I've been so incredibly blessed to have met so many wonderful people. Every time I think back on my decision to leave for the spring semester my heart aches at the thought of all of that time lost that could have been spent with friends. I often wonder about all of the things I've missed. Whenever I see people's photos on fbook I think, I should be in those pictures. But because of one ill-founded decision, I wasted a semester of my college career and spent my time at home just watching the clock and waiting for it to be over. I intend to live the rest of my college life to the fullest I possibly can. I don't want to miss anything.

Canopy

On the way to the house I took a little detour. There are a few farms and vineyards around so I decided to drive away from civilization and take a look at the stars. It was simply amazing. The stars were so close it looked like you could reach out and pinch one right out of the sky. No moon was visible, which, as I decided in my extremely limited knowledge of astronomy, is why I were able to see so many. It would take hours to count them all and you would undoubtedly lose track of what you had already counted.

Amidst my busy and somewhat tiresome summer that I have mentioned previously, I have seldom stopped to admire my surroundings and enjoy the beauty that only summertime can offer. (The only other time was when I got somewhat lost in central park, which I did not mind at all.) Upon getting out of the car, the light summer night breeze kissed my skin and played with my hair. The sounds were solely of leaves rustling in trees, bugs chirping, and the not so distant ocean waves constantly rolling in and out. It was one of those moments when you know that that is exactly where you are supposed to be at that moment in time. (I think I got that from a movie but that's exactly how it felt.)

Amagansett

Amagansett is ten times as beautiful as I remembered it. Perhaps it's just the length of my absence that made me forget why it is people come here. Perhaps because I haven't been here, now everything seems refreshed and new again.

For those of you who don't know, Amagansett is out at the end of Long Island, New York, just past East Hampton. My grandparents have a house out here. It was built by the hands of my great-grandparents along with their children, which includes my grandfather.

The house sits atop a hill, the highest point of the property, as to get the most sun in the winter and the most breeze in the summer. The gravel driveway meanders through the lush trees up to the house. The weathered wood siding ages with the trees.