quiet memories that i treasure

• laying with Daph in the grass in the spring, in my green hoodie
• standing on the terrace behind the art museum at night with D, watching the glittering lights on the river, smelling the fresh air
• people-watching with C on the steps of the duomo in Florence
• reading on the old leather couch in our canal apartment, sunlight streaming in and listening to piano music Alexandra Strelisky
• eating cacio e pepe with a glass of local Riesling in the courtyard of the Church of St. James in Brno
• swimming at Chryssi during my lunch break, eating a PB&J in the water
• Christmas mornings as a kid with my family, eating opera fudge and cookies for breakfast and opening presents on the living room carpet
• napping in the sun on the stone sculpture in Boboli Gardens with no one around
• looking at the river with Ram through our big windows in our canal apartment
• walking in the drizzling rain in Dublin at night with D
• waking up to the sunrise over Mirabello Bay, with the screen door to our tiny apartment open
• the solitude of St. Brigid's Well
• driving through the Lasithi Plateau with S
• drinking a freddo cappuccino on the balcony, completely filthy and sweaty from excavating, relaxing and cooling off and watching the water lap the shore
• sitting on the beach in Cape May with my family, napping, reading, snacking
• sleeping in the sun on our balcony
• meals with my dad in Monastiraki
• D scrambling fresh eggs and cutting brown bread for breakfast on the plastic-covered floral table cloth in our AirBnb in Dingle
• doing yoga and meditating on the balcony at the Outer Banks, listening to the ocean
• sitting on the floor, watching the storm roll in with Ram from our back sliding doors
• reading a book, sitting in the cute chairs and yellow room, eating a croissant and drinking a La Colombe latte, barely sweetened, at Miel, listening to the French cafe music with my bag of macarons for later