Golden

Water has such soft sounding music, like a lullaby that you just can’t remember. Soft metal leaves curl toward the ceiling, and real wood is much more like stern steel than greenery. Lights and banners are there if you want them, but don’t try to grab their attention. Wheat sheaves would describe this so much better than I can, except they don’t like talking as much as I do. Rock and stone can be yielding, as long as you find the right color. Peaceful sunlight can do that to you. Afternoon began as such a leftover word, but now it has charm and grace, especially the golden ones. Nothing can compare to candlelight where it isn’t really needed, except for warmth. I know you understand, because that understanding smile is as golden as the afternoon light that playfully teases and chases the dust motes that dance behind stained glass. I have known very few people that could be called golden, which makes them just that more precious to me. And right after that, my friends forget how wonderful summer is until it’s really there, warm and refreshing and beautiful. They forget what real love is. Because love isn’t excessive or obsessive, it’s not something you read on a loose t-shirt, it’s not thick and hot and complicated. Love is something you feel when you can’t quite meet his eyes, but you’re smiling all the same. Love isn’t midnight and sneaking around, pretending to be excited. Love is something you feel when you get out of bed way too early and clean the kitchen, and then make breakfast for your parents. Love isn’t just for boyfriends and girlfriends; as a matter of fact, that kind of love is the least admirable. Real love is two old people walking down the street, hand in hand, quietly accepting each other as they have done for the past few decades. True love is long lived, and golden. 

Hello Again!

Hello, all my faithful friends!
Wow! What a ride I've had!
My camp went very well, and I am happy to say that after being a life-long pro-lifer, I am now equipped with the knowledge to go with it!
And now, for news!
My family and I have successfully moved into the new house, and I spent this whole morning happily making a fish trap, (which later caught a freshwater turtle) catching a bucketful of frogs, and getting caught in a dragonfly storm. As you can probably tell, I have adjusted perfectly to this new state.
And now, for bad news. First of all, my new house does not have WiFi. Such a small, invisible thing, and yet so important to us today. As you can probably guess, no WiFi means no posts. I am currently borrowing a nearby relative's computer (I love living so close to people who I'm related to!) and will soon have to fly.
You do know that I have wings, right?
....Or I wish I had wings.
Anyway, the only other piece of bad news is that this afternoon, I got in a dirt bike accident with my brother. I am not yet very good at dirt biking (such an inelegant name!) and I barreled into him, although not at high speed, thank goodness, and right in front of the house. His elbow got dislocated for a second, then popped back together, I had to lay down my bike and scraped up my knee and elbow pretty bad, and the bikes were fine. My brother (who I shall now refer to as Mr. PK) escaped without much damage, my clothes were  more ripped up than I was.
But enough of these worries! I can already hear the computer crying out, "Stop pitying yourself on the internet! You're going to delete this post in a few weeks because it will have blown over by then!"
Does anyone else have a computer that yells at them?
I want to give a shoutout to someone very dear to me, who I had to move away from.
 Jule Samantha, I miss you so much already, and I'm sorry I haven't checked my email in weeks. I still haven't checked my email. But I have a feeling you sent me something sweet and I have to repay it by damaging your swee-*coughcough* I mean, by damaging Mr. PK, affectionately known as Dork.
May we once again see each other where the sky does not hide the sun and the rivers run with fresh clear water.