Cemetery by Moonlight

Here is a picture of Tim. You can't really tell much about what he looks like, I suppose, but it does serve to illustrate the thing that I am most amused by at the moment, which is that we climbed over the wall at Spring Grove last night and wandered around in the moonlight taking pictures. I was speculating about the possibility of getting arrested -- or at least kicked out ignominiously -- and he gave me this horrified look -- as if I were missing the most fundamental element of the whole expedition: "We're not going to get arrested -- we're photographers. We're wearing SCARVES."

He might qualify as a photographer. I myself am a dilettante (which is a whole lot cheaper), but I sure do like trespassing in cemeteries late at night. (I enjoy getting up the next morning and going to work somewhat less, but I suppose that goes without saying.)

I keep thinking about love and... stuff. It's all so complicated and so entirely straightforward, isn't it?

This is not the heart-pounding, stammering sort of love -- I haven't lost myself. I am just myself with him -- maybe a softer version. The other night, while I was driving home, I called my mom to say, "Okay, I just have to tell you -- in case I slide off the highway and die in a fiery ball of smashed-up truck -- that I'm just so very damn happy and I want someone to know."
We are so not the cool kids -- but I think we're having more fun.

Anyway... whatever... it just is. :) We keep breathing in and out.