remember, part I

the way our large white framed windows lit up
with sunlight in a glorious wake up call

the hard wood floors that creaked at night
and hugged our bare feet as we walked

our street, 32 Chilswell that became a landing place
very quickly

the architecture, structure, the majestic feel of 
all the sprawling buildings that stood proudly
along the road as we made our way into 
the beautiful city of Oxford.

cowley road full of color and bustle,
amazing smells, floating suits and black tights 
of bright young students to and fro popping out
from studying 

the back pathways behind our house that led us to the secret country side
steps and greens and muddy footpaths, a world of magic 
and perfect for exploring

walking everywhere. everywhere. walking.

Hinksey Park

the well trodden walk to and from church each week.
crossing the bridge overlooking the Thames,
ducks and swans still sleeping
the city quiet
through rain, wind, or sun, we would still walk.

Abingdon 

High Street was the first street i made it to by myself, meeting a friend at Queens Cafe, from there, 
i was able to grow in confidence in finding my way around the city without help


post 1 of many. it's time for me to jot down my experiences, what i have grown to love about my season here so i don't forget, and can look back on these memories and remember..our year in Oxford.