Camp was burning up, sweating.
Walking all around the Oak Wood is refreshing.
Sexy drummers and guitar players and hot hipsters. “Black fashion” in hot weather
Church songs after long romantic-ish walks, walks for sexy-ish purposes in Carter’s stairwells.
Kids talking all night. They’re so talented and singing beautifully
Holy mornings with evening fights.
Love making children on large campuses in small cars.
God’s still watching us playing grown at midnight.