April 23, 2014
There was smoke emanating from the chimney full of charcoal. What remained of the sunlight peeked between the trees and alleyways. Friends gathered forming small circles of laughter and genuine discussion. The kitchen full of women working away on the finishing touches. All of this, for you. Frame by frame I tried to capture these moments, to let them be still. I want to remember just as it was that night. The way the salad looked so green against the blue ceramic bowl. How the strawberry rhubarb crisp smelled coming out of the oven. The angle of the industrial lights finagled to illuminate the yard. How pride emanated from each of our faces upon hearing your tales. The music that played softly in the background. How the air so full of love and good vibrations wrapped around us. Mostly, the way the night ended in a sixteen arm embrace, all of it for you.
We saved the last few bites of this gluten free strawberry rhubarb crisp to share the next morning. Savored every last morsel and memory.