It's impossible to believe 9 weeks have passed.

I'm sitting at the San Francisco airport; soon I'll be on the plane back to Louisiana.

Sunday was the wheel dip in the Pacific Ocean and I haven't yet been able to process enough to write anything significant.  

I have mountains of pictures to edit and upload, so there will be slideshows soon enough.  

And as for the words...they will come too, even if they take more time.  

This summer has meant more to me than I'll probably ever be able to express, and right now everything is just way too present and overflowing to be able to portray in any kind of adequate and healthy manner.  I already miss people and biking (and maybe even peanut butter and jelly) and my stomach hurts with the anticipation of missing them more.  I don't know that I've ever felt quite as close to a group of people.  The culmination of riding across the Golden Gate Bridge and then to Ocean Beach was important, but to me there was no specific highlight or climax.  I loved every second and I wish I could have stopped time and continued biking with my friends.

I'll be in Louisiana for a couple days and then I head up to Vermont until school starts and I have an apartment again.  I'll spend the next couple of weeks up in the cabin learning how to play the flute and biking and running and slowly figuring out what is really going on.