Tuesday.

You know, truth be told, I am a little bogged down at work today and don’t have a lot to say. I came across this picture yesterday and saw it for the first time, though I took it more than a year ago. It’s so funny and odd how long it can take us, me really, to be struck by something that we’ve seen before. This picture makes me think of Summer and the singular joy that is a glass of ice water, it makes me think of Ruth and how much she loves lots of ice knocking around in her cups of iced tea, and above all, something about it makes me think about being young. In a sweet and vague way, this picture looks a lot like our days here in Charlottesville, especially as the heat sets in and the patios open up.