Days Are Just Drops in the River

Remembering the time my family traveled to Georgia last summer and stayed in a cabin right off the river. In the mornings I would sit on the dock and eat blueberry muffins and stare out at the water, which was chilled, despite it being summer, and write. We would take hikes and sit on the front porch and marvel over mountains as we passed through town. My sister and I shared a bed in a warm little room and had midnight talks about life and Bon Iver songs. The trip was inspiration, and chocolate chip cookies, and Fleet Foxes. And I think about it every now and then, because up in the mountains, up in the forest -- that's where I want to be.