(via darjeeling)
Nostalgia, always a pleasant surprise: New England seems to be raining all the time this summer, which is kind of weird because I’ve always remembered my summers to be drought-dry and no one being allowed to water their lawns or wash their cars. But on the rare afternoon showers back then, once the sun came back in the evening and I crossed two streets to play jump-rope with my grade school friends, my sneakers would smack against the wet cement of our streets, the last throes of humidity seeping into our shirts before the sun set.
I forgot how clean the streets were back then.
