Sarah had this 5 years ago
Roasted late summer cherries, winesap apples, the distinct smell of the can in which the cranberry sauce comes out of.
The indulgence of avoiding awkward family conversations and eating stuffing alone, deep in your thoughts — 5 years ago
Fuzzy peaches, new friends, and the feeling that the best is yet to come.
Playing mix cds in your friends old car, laying on the grass, wondering what life will be like next year — 6 years ago
Gingerale from the fridge in the basement, brought outside and drank by the water
The feeling of the sea breeze curling your hair, but not having a care in the world.
Shoulders dropping, you aren’t anywhere you’ve been before. But still, you’ve come home — 5 years ago
Tart apples, sliced and placed thoughtfully on a plate. A bowl of Mandarin oranges with their leaves still on. A cup of earl grey tea in a hotel lobby.
Cobble stone roads, bright with golden hour light — 5 years ago
Dusty dirt roads, quiet small towns in the middle of the day. The feeling of finding the ordinary opulent, a long lunch with nothing planned later — 6 years ago
Christmas tree farms, cold frost
Fresh mint tea and baked goods — 5 years ago
Herb gardens in a galvanized tub, sprite in a glass bottle, playing hide and seek in a wooden forest, just as spring arrives — 5 years ago
Poppy and tart, like the first Lizzie McGuire episode you ever watched.
Warm and bright with the slightest breeze. A long sleeve T-shirt, your favorite jean shorts, and the necklace you got for your bat mitzvah — 6 years ago
Sarah Rudolph
Pineapple, guava, fruit juice and fry jacks
Crisp linen dress, and thinnly sliced lemon in your icewater
The feeling of finishing a good book in the bath tub. — 5 years ago