Things that are nice

Even though Micah and I always complain about how few pictures we have together, and even though I agree entirely that we need more, it's kind of nice only relying on memories to recall certain days and events spent with him. They're much more dreamy that way, more sentimental. Tonight I keep thinking about the evening we went to thrift stores to look for books in a town that was sort of far away from Akron. We were in Baby Blue and Micah was listening to Neil Young's On the Beach. The sun was setting; our windows were down; we had new bags of books; I remember driving by a lake. Micah was telling me memories he had that involved the town we were leaving, and I remember loving every second of them. I didn't take any pictures that evening, but that's okay. It's perfect in my mind and now, right here.