Unsharable

I don't even know where to start describing this day.

I teared up most of the morning.

I talked books most of the afternoon.

I don't know how or, honestly, *if* I will actually share any photos.

Because the truth is that not everything can be shared.

Or it should be.

Because no matter how I accurately edit my pictures, you won't ever know the gentle slope of Mount Charles, or the sound of the Crown, the quiches at SU during the class break, Eamon's passion for olives, people coming back from the Kremlin at 3 am, Maggie's soups, gli obliqui, shouting from the mezzanine common phone, the pub bell at 11, Napoleon's Nose at sunset.

And I think, overall, it makes *total sense* that the only thing I share today is this.