I had a dream last night about Kerry, an old friend from Logan. Then I found email from him this morning talking about how he looked in high school with several photos attached. This got me thinking about a cache of images that David made available to me a few months ago. These are some of my favorites.

I love this one especially for the view of the mountains out the window. This was in Mr.Burgess' chemistry laboratory and classroom, where all us freaks would hang out at lunch. This is me and Ruth, my best friend at the time, and Scott, my first boyfriend (but not my first real boyfriend).

This is me and David and Bill Smith captured during a quiet moment backstage of the musical Cinderella, which we were all participating in, as a white horse pulling a carriage, as a carriage driver, and as a member of the orchestra, respectively. The subdued lighting gives it an old world feeling, as if we had been rendered by a European portrait painter. This was a wonderful summer, if full of pain (as it has always been with me, I suppose).

And here I am again in all my counter-cultural glory, resplendent in shades of bleached blonde and army green, my favorite look the year that David and I were together. I have stared out that window in various shapes and states throughout much of my life.

I wish I could go back and give myself a clue or two.