This city knows my name // memoir

 But these are days we dream about when the sunlight paints us gold>>

all of us, together:

I think with the fall of summer we were all a little anxious;

the brilliant scarlet and burnt orange of the leaves wouldn't last forever,

and something told us that if we didn't go now it would all be over,

faded into winter. 

And I think the mountains know my name;

they know where I come from and have heard my secrets. 

They've felt the pounding of my heart and discovered my fear. 

Maybe that's why I love them so much:

because for an afternoon you can feel free. 

Laughter rippled through the trail as we made our down toward the beach,

your little dog made it passed the rocks better than I though he would;

but then everything about you has always surprised me.

We made jokes (when do we not?) and tried to capture the 

scent of the air and the feel of the wind. 

We carefully listened every time we passed someone

on the trail because earlier we had heard a group of British

people talking, and well, I'm afraid we eavesdropped.

When we finally got to the beach I threw off my shoes and 

buried my feet in the sand that felt softer than clouds;

you were the only one who joined me and I love it how we are so alike. 

I think seeing the trees as they were,

and spotting the orange among the pine in the mountains made me restless.

Not for something more, but I desperately wanted to find a way to hold on to this:

all of us, together. 

I always tend to look up at things, instead of down,

and like usual, I climbed without knowing how I would get down. 

Thankfully I jumped without anyone having to catch me,

and after that I decided to take the safer route.

Which, as you know, wasn't really my choice at all.

We made it back up to the top and as I looked down at the water

that sparkled more than a thousand stars, 

I think I finally felt at home. 

The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds cut of the sun>>

the brother:

We drove home from church in your new car,

and this time we didn't even have to turn on the music;

because the wind was our symphony. 

I think that was one of the truly warm days this autumn,

and we opened the sun roof and rolled down the windows

until my hair looked very much like Adele's. 

But I couldn't complain, because those are the

moments I will always look back on. 

 Your boyish grin that you flashed at me that day

reminded me of the free spirit that you are,

 the happiness you find in the world around you,

and just how much you are going to do with your life: 

you're going to do great things.

And if you wanted to, I'd be happy if you moved to 

Japan (heaven knows where else you've wanted to move) 

but if I were to be selfish? 

I'd want you to stay right here and go to college with me. 

I could face it all so much better if you were there.

I am writing you just to say: I still remember your favorite

color is the blue the sky turns right before it rains>>

the sister:

I think we were all a bit tired, but too happy to admit it

when we walked into the Starry Night coffee shop. 

They started playing one of my favorite songs on the radio

and I couldn't help but sing along;

sometimes I'm really surprised that you are 

willing to be seen with me in public.

It was one of the rustic shops, 

the kind where you can sit down to study without being disturbed,

and have real flowers in a vase sitting cheerfully on your table.

Outside on the little patio there are two chairs that are surrounded by lights,

and if you are willing to get a bit cold, it's the perfect place to observe

the people walking by.

There are so many different shops in Old Town;

there is the one that has all the owl mugs

and all kinds of yummy things and things you will never need. 

There is the sweet shop that sells every delicious chocolate you could

ever think of and then some.

As a warning: don't spend too much time there or you will spend too much money.

There is our favorite shop, the White Balcony, that sells the most

beautiful journals, clothing, cards, and every other beautiful thing.

We can lost in that tiny shop, 

making so many circles in it as we do.

I have decided that I love this city,

but it wouldn't be half as nice if you weren't here.

I took off my shoes and walked into the woods

and felt lost and found with every step I took::

{this memoir is dedicated to the amazing people in my life: The girl whom I like call my sister,
my brother, my bestie, (who is currently away and I miss her) and the friends who make this life so beautiful. I hope these memories will live on, forever.} 

  

 xx. Amy Jane

 all quotes from here