I lost my shoes hours before in the woods

by Amy Turn Sharp



I found this old old photo recently. It is not a very good photograph in execution, but it represents a really fun time. We were so young at a wedding of some friends that we don't even know anymore- but knew them so well then.

We were the only ones left dancing and even the caterers were hanging out late night smoking cigs and drinking highballs, trying to get lucky with the ladies. Our friend Lynne was there and still alive and dressed in purple and being fabulous and I had short dark hair and pretty skinny legs apparently.
The Athens hillside was lush and the Southeastern Ohio sky sprinkled with shooting stars that night and I can still remember sinking into Joe's chest early in the morning and exhaling with such sweet surrender.

It's funny how much a photograph can take you back.