I bought these flowers at a grocery store for $3! Carnations. Simple white vase. Beautiful.
In other news, it is a billion degrees in Philadelphia. When I walk to the train after work around 4 PM, I seriously feel like I am walking at the pace of a turtle, and the whole world swooshes by me like water going down a drain. People are even out running! This morning I saw an entire football team (assumably Penn) walking out to the field to train, and I thought, "Are they nuts?!" Then, of course, I recalled my days as an athlete. It seems so long ago, and I have realized that I detached myself from that identity soon after graduating. I used to love the feeling I got from running sprints in the summer humidity. I guess I have to accept the turtle that I have become and focus on simply not passing out before I reach the air conditioned train. I'll take a turtle over a fool out running in temperatures hot enough to cook an egg.
