I've gotten lazy about pulling put my camera to take pictures of my own moments.
But this past weekend was a bit revivalist. I think it helped to remind all four of us who we are.
Side-eyes from drag queens.
Accessories to bar fights.
Hours of music.
Too much tequila.
Pizza, Thai food. Tacos from a truck. Fish fresh from the ocean.
A rip current rescue.
A minivan stuck in the sand.
Lost keys and credit cards.
Slow mornings and long afternoons.
Elements and cardinal directions.
Books in small doses.
Naps and rocking chairs.
A full moon.
And just like that, 33 found me.