The end of June was spent reminiscing Eugene and a chapter closing as I bundled up boxes filled with letters, photos, and mementos. These first few days in July reach back even further as I wander around the small, Midwest town Marlena and Keelin were born in, where I spent my 20′s. A town I couldn’t wait to leave.
But now that I’m here, I am astonishingly nostalgic for a time gone past. Rolla has its charms. The memories arise from every turn of the corner, every expanse of road, all of them breathing once again inside of me. These were sacred and precious times, as is this first week in July.
