Boston, Massachusetts, 2004, The Charles, Harvard Bridge. Pink earrings. D took this one. We'd walked much further than planned, as usual in Boston. He carried this photo, actually a similar one taken just after, in his wallet. Still does, but it's nearly worn through.
Lava Hot Springs, Idaho, in hot spring, turning 35 just fine.
Detroit, Michigan, Wayne State gym, folk dancing meeting, the phrase "She forgot to bring the eggs, ohhhh pshaw, pshaw!" for a fast Israeli folk dance. Circles and lots of people holding hands, music, warmth.
Outside of Kalkaska, Michigan, on a small lake, in a heavy snowstorm, about midnight, finally making friends with darkness.
Colorado Springs, Colorado, Fort Carson, parade field, manhole cover, standing next to D in the only place without snow, hoping he'd kiss me, watching a huge winter moon.
Eskan Village, Saudi Arabia, walking around in the rain surrounded by beige concrete buildings, falling in love while surreptitiously holding hands.
Windsor, Ontario, a Chesterfield, falling asleep on Aunt Evelyn's arm.
Antelope Island, Buffalo Point, overwhelming winds, scurrying clouds, out in the wild.
San Diego, California, on the pier, in a diner with Moira and D, with a storm, feeling the room sway and rock, with cocoa.
Astoria, Oregon, Steven's Point, on the beach, sandblasted. Remembering Crane Beach, Massachusetts in November with cousins. Right out on the edges.
Ten places. Ten that I have a happy memory in. Not in temporal order.