october eighteenth || long island, ny




I sit at a table. My sister sits across from me. Her eyes dart back and forth and her finger taps the illuminated screen of her ipad. She touched her hair and bits back occasional smiles; pinterest symptoms.

Rocket Dog sleeps beneath the table. My feet rest lightly on his small shoulder blades, and somehow this makes me feel the cold a little less. The cold which comes in the wind, which comes from the bay, which comes from the ocean, not far away. The sunset was pink tonight on Long Island.
The wind whips harder and Rocket’s head lifts slightly. Dad comes in with a gust of cold air from outside. He hangs up his jacket. I shiver. I hear my parents talk; sweet voices bending toward each other.

I sit here, typing about what is going on around me: this moment. I think about how much lies ahead, and the road home, and the hours ahead, and the work to be done. I think of the chapters to be written, and the edits to be made, and the emails to be typed, and the thousands of other things.
It’s autumn now. A cold, crisp autumn. Where did it come from and where is it going so fast? The leaves are already bright and falling, and I’ve yet to take photos, or go for long, delicious walks, or pick crisp orchard apples. I can only check fire-roasted corn and Pumpkin Spice Lattes off the list at present.

This life is a wild ride, I’m learning, and I think I’m in love. In love with the opportunity to be sitting here, typing this, thinking of all the things I’m going to do when I get home. The time I will spend with my manuscripts—two in the oven right now – and the coffees I will be consuming. The long runs and the time I will spend thinking about my characters, asking papa for his brilliant advice. Words, words, words. The nights I will lay awake in be thinking, thinking, thinking about them.

Life is SO, so exciting. It’s so fresh. It’s so bold, and big and bright. We have so much to be thankful for. Breathing in and out, and changing the world, and eating sandwiches while we do that, it’s all so brilliant, and thrilling and beautiful.

So I sit here in Long Island at a table with my sister, typing. With heavy eyelids and a full heart.


What has been making your heart burst at the seams lately?



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4 people commented on this post.

  1. IM CRYING WHAT HOW IS THIS TOUCHING MY SOUL

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  2. ok aslfdkjsldkfjldskjfldkjfk. i love your writing so much. literally just thought i was there. this is soooooooo so beautiful i just cant put into words :'D
    this gave me a new appreciation for life and all the invisible moments that make up our lives.
    "breathing in and out, and changing the world, and eating sandwiches while we do that..."
    ??? i love you ???
    ALSO "Her eyes dart back and forth and her finger taps the illuminated screen of her ipad. She touched her hair and bites back occasional smiles; pinterest symptoms..." had me biting back a smile. unsuccessfully. seriously that sentence gives me life. hahahaha.

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  3. Your writing is GORGEOUS, just sayin'. And those photos...and your descriptions of autumn. Just yes. JUST YES.

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