A Melancholy Moment

This weekend I had the unbelievable pleasure of being flown down to Virginia for a story that I am covering. Although I can't yet tell you the magazine, or the story, I can show you just how beautiful it was! Once the shoot was done (I can't wait to show you some cool 'behind the scenes' shots of the photo shoot), I headed out into the Virginia countryside to check out a few wineries. I was driving, so my tasting was limited....but I was pleasantly surprised by some of the dessert wines I tried. Who knew Virginia produced such lovely wines?
Once I had my fill, I headed into Charlottesville and toured around the University of Virginia campus. It was bustling on this Sunday morning and as I had a late breakfast, I eavesdropped on the conversations around me, all revolving around the previous nights dramas. Remember the emotional intensity and energy of college? Sometimes I find myself missing that time in my life. I hate to admit it, but while I was walking through the gorgeous campus, I became misty eyed and was filled with a strong longing to return to my college, University of Colorado, for a visit. Perhaps I was missing the carefree attitude I acquired in college, or the late nights dancing through the streets with friends, tipsy on cheap champagne and the promises of the night ahead.
Before I could become too nostalgic, I happened upon a lovely bench, perfect for reading. I was deep into my latest find, Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout, and as I basked in the warm afternoon sun, I found myself pulled into this story, which revolved around the aging process. I finished it on the plane last night and it left me feeling very melancholy. So here I am today, relishing this past weekend and all its beauty, but also struggling with a case of 'melancholy Monday.'