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It feels like summer already, high heat, lazy naps (for him, at least), flip flops and outdoor fires, all beneath the only ceiling that doesn’t close me in.
Gypsy days and windows-open nights.
The perfect lullabye of peepers and crickets.
Sun on my skin.
Last night I sat outside until midnight. It was 88° when I walked inside.
This morning, everything is green.
Game on.
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May 9th, 2015 at 10:11 am
Thank you for this.
May 10th, 2015 at 2:48 am
soon enough the deep snows of winter will have melted into memory, as the searing sun shouts his welcome ~
May 12th, 2015 at 10:21 pm
i can feel this.
and smell it.
i’m waiting for nights like this.