the days are here.. well, they were here; and will be back shortly..
Days where my hot coffee becomes iced coffee.
The short sleeves (which I wear all winter), are appropriately complimented by shorts
and hairy yet blinding white legs (that's hot)
When I randomly and almost always get sand in my mouth.... even when I'm several miles
from the nearest beach. Happens every year It's a summer thing. When even the worst days are cushioned by
that comforting humid warmth and the smell of freedom. Enjoy