Polaroids from Pinecrest
If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, take a paddle.
These polaroids were once destined to go inside a time capsule, to be buried behind the cabin. But I chose to keep them instead. Like macarons, too precious to bury.
Now I get to see them every time I open the fridge or clean out a drawer or look on my Instagram.
Things mean more to me in the moment, even if they become more special with time. Even if I end up sacrificing the joy of seeing them resurface 10 years from now, colorful and intact.
Because who knows how long the cabin will be there? Who knows what will even happen to the lake? That’s just one of the reasons I don’t trust time capsules or 401k’s.