Ode to July

Wherein I was offered a promotion but resigned instead, and enrolled in a night course, and updated my resume, and sent out hundreds. Wherein there were rivers, and go-karts, and sunsets, and ice cream, peaches from the farm with the farmer who made us laugh, and lake time, and rice bowls, and homemade vegan lobster rolls, and a female Regal Moth, and wild storms, and a tweet that we loved with the ghost we now blame for all the the things.