hail fell the first day we danced here. the pitch of the roof of the arts building in one huge v of skylight, and the percussion of hail meeting surface was stunning. the thunderstorms swirled up each time we started to move. yesterday the heat broke and it is lovely, lovely.

people talk differently here. people greet each other differently. there is so much gentle appreciation. a whole lot more care. i'm relieved to be so far away from a city full of irony and posture and cynicism. we can just speak honestly here. i can feel it and speak it and there is response, not so much reaction. i don't care so much about a lot of things right now. i care about the greenness and the breeze at night. i want to keep this quietness.

and ps, i've eaten so many fried cheese curds. yum.