Driving downhill along the meandering campus roads, I happened to hear this song when scanning the radio. It was probably about the same season, same time, and same temperature of last year, when I went to the Philip Philips concert in college where lots of miraculous stories took place. That concert night may not be anything too special, but what it means to me now is really special. At this moment I can even paint a picture about the minor details that happened on that night. I miss my dear roommate Sarah-Wonder Agbehia, I miss friends from Truman State University, I miss our adorable Spike, I miss the smell of late summer in Kirksville, and I miss the old days. Summer might be gone soon, but it is not gone, gone, gone. And just FYI: My word of the day. Ecstatic.
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 04:29:59 +0000
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