WHAT I REMEMBER IS LOVE
“But today, when the sun is everywhere, and everything solid is nothing but its own shadow, I know that the real things in life, the things I remember, the things I turn over in my hands, are not houses, bank accounts, prizes or promotions.
What I remember is love – all love – love of this dirt road, this sunrise, a day by the river, the stranger I met in a cafe.”
– Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping.
I’m a little greedy sometimes, especially when it comes to seasons, because I can’t quite decide which of the non-Winter seasons I like the most.
Even though Autumn has always been my favorite season – a time of red auburns and orange-yellows, of scattered leaves on the pavements, and of a haziness in the sky that makes the days seem straight out of a dream, and even though Spring’s hint of new births and fresh beginnings is tremendously alluring, it is during Summer that I feel most alive.
When I think of Summer, I imagine the warm, golden sunlight that glides down my face, like a piece of yellow silk, soft and light to the touch.
I dream of bright green blades of grass swaying in the wind, flirting with the passing rainbow-colored butterfly, whose wings flutter like ripples on a lake. I feel the life that is in the air, the light-heartedness of the people on vacations, the scent of blooming flowers in the heat, and the humidity that is ever-present.
Just like every other thing during this past year, Summer has raced by before I could catch it and keep it a little longer.
So many things have happened in the past one year, that looking back it seems incredulous that it has only been 12 months, or rather 365 days, with so many happenings crammed within the period, both good and bad.
But instead of thinking about what has happened, I rather just focus on the present for now, and savor these final days of Summer.
THE LAST DAYS OF SUMMER
On the second-last weekend before Summer officially ends, Juan and I woke up to a sunshine-filled Sunday with sunbeams spilling in every direction of the bright blue sky.
Without any hesitation, we headed to our favorite brunch place, Oui Oui, a French-themed cafe with extremely reasonable prices.
Of course, it wouldn’t have been considered a trip to Oui Oui if we didn’t order our favorite “Huevos Completos” set – a brunch menu complete with scrambled eggs, vinegared potato wedges, a strip of pan-fried bacon, salad greens and crispy white toast, accompanied by a large jug of homemade foamy mint lemonade.
We ate till we were ready to explode. Till we couldn’t grin any wider.
After being satisfied and stuffed so full, we did what was only natural, walking to the Plaza Las Heras to soak up some sun and breathe in the sweet smell of nature..
And of course, people-watching.
Life is beautiful, and in these final days of summer, I am blessed..
…because what I remember is love, all love..
..love of this dirt road, this sunrise, a day by the river, the stranger I met in a cafe.