Last summer, the summer of 2019, I fell in love with Taylor Swift’s album Lover. This year I’m weeping to Folklore in between jamming out with King Princess.
In these uncertain times, there’s one thing I learned for sure— King Princess is my Spirit Animal.
Side note: if you’re into music, follow me on Spotify I’ve curated a few good playlists over the years.
But last summer— we had just moved into our new home. We said goodbye to the Wilton Manors loft, that we were never intending to buy. But it was a fun place to live for three years. I still miss the neighborhood.
We hosted fabulous parties — thank god — before the pandemic got started. In the past six months we’ve only seen a handful of our beloved community in person.
Last summer, I would float in the pool listening to Lover on repeat so much my wife even knows and likes the songs.
One day, in the pool, after a nice float, I opened my eyes and looked around at the sky and clouds and started to sob. Tears of appreciation and wonder and pure bliss. It was one of those holy-shit magic moments when you feel deeply connected to the divine.