i remember the white mountains. i remember camping with family and fishing with with cousins. wearing only swimsuits with creek soaked tennis shoes, bare feet on gravel. i remember my father's lap, their father's hands laying down dominoes. patsy cline. grandma's garden, the smell of packed dirt. i remember walking to church on sundays. rope swings on saturdays. blonde-haired ponytails, freckled faces, scraped knees, cap gun wars, battleship in family campers and hoodies in july.
i remember small town parades.
the thrills -- the midnight choir