Newport
Three months after bidding farewell to the thoughtbot team, I found myself headed to Newport. The whole team had spent the week there, doing what they do best: hacking & having fun. Robots have always seemed to enjoy beach volleyball, despite the hardware corroding effects of sand & salt water. The final score was the square root of infinity against pi, or thereabouts.
We ate & drank. It was delicious. We talked. Oh, how we talked. We talked until the place was empty and the night was old. We talked about kids, early 90’s hip-hop, prohibition, buffalo wings, bathrooms, gorillas, and so many other things. It was incredible. Nothing has really changed. It has always been awesome, ridiculous, hilarious, and incredible.
The last days of summer
My mind has been churning this summer. Since leaving thoughtbot, I’ve gone through campfire withdrawal, chortled and reminisced with tiny robots, and stayed up at night pondering the future and what it may hold.
On the way home from Newport, as I drove over the bridge, a moment of mindfulness fell around me. Full of laughs and seeing old friends, my mind began to empty itself. The stars hung brightly in the deep night sky, gently lit by the nearly full moon. Waves crashed softly against the bridge below. In that fleeting moment, I felt summer wrapped around me.