Monday, August 25, 2014

Wish I was here

One of my favorite walks - a narrow plank pathway leading to the Atlantic.

Sometimes I think the reason I'm so out of sorts in the summer is because when you're doing the same thing you do all year, go to work, come home, make dinner, check e-mail, wash dishes, watch TV...whatever - it doesn't feel like summer.

I miss real summer - I want to have a summer where you spend most of the day in a wet bathing suit, with sand under your toes and the smell of BBQ in the air and you sit around in the evening with friends talking and laughing and watching the stars pop out in the sky one by one. If it isn't that - then it really isn't summer and summer that isn't really summer isn't really anything.

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