Mud on my shoe

God, I’m a roller-coaster, but god… it feels good to be this high. Emotionally high, that is… =)

I forgot that sometimes Cheyenne has exceptionally nice nights. Nothing raises the spirits like driving down the interstate at night, windows down and stereo blaring, loving the feel of night tassel-ing and flying through my hair..

I was in the park slacklining with Carter till midnight, O.A.R. and Dispatch playing from my car as we laughingly tripped our way from tree to tree in the warm semi-darkness…

I’m only a week in, and already I’ve enjoyed myself so much. And Sagar isn’t even back yet. Cheyenne’s dead, but the people aren’t. And thank god for that.

It’s wonderful to be able to go back and appreciate the things and people I underappreciated in high school. Like Madam Eagan-Wright. I’ve long recognized that she’s an incredible woman, but at dinner tonight (a few “alums” were invited to her annual French dinner becuase some impertinent underclassmen didn’t show) I discovered that I like her. She’s done so much. So much. Speaking of which, next time you’re in Great Falls, check out the local galleries for etchings by Paula Egan– she worked her way through college by creating etchings in the summer and selling them. How cool.

Is there any better feeling in the world than cool, green grass on bare-feet that have been imprisoned in leather shoes all day?

She was also very encouraging of my hopes to go into the Peace Corps, and hearing the stories from her experiences in Haiti (via the PC) just somehow filled me with a sort of awe at the vividness and richness of her experiences there. And god, I want that.