Two recent storms carried cool air to us. This morning as I brought the dog outside my hair rose under a breeze. We’ve been sweating at night even with the ceiling fans, as perhaps we should in the middle of July. But standing outside I expected for a moment to see the girls waiting at the end of our driveway for their bus, swinging felled branches like swords. I thought of September and returning to school — and the temptation to drive in another direction, rather than the one that brings me to work.
Today was my last day of work before leaving, on Tuesday, for nearly six days in Portland. One of my greatest friends (and the other half of this Revision8 business that might someday be something), Collin, will marry a woman I met as “Pennsylvania Sarah” (to distinguish her from the others) one week from today. I am fond of both he and his bride-to-be. This will be a celebration.
The wedding will also be a reunion. The weather seems to indicate a change, as though, in a way, we are returning to school: Collin, Doug, Jason, Miki, Adam, Jenn and myself. We shared several years at Wartburg and now, two years afterward, can still speak as though we’re only in different rooms: picking up conversations after weeks and months of separation like hours. Needless to say, I’m excited. So, just days from now, Jenn and I hop a westbound plane to celebrate, in a church without air conditioning, one of the few things that truly matter in life.