And The Jacket Hangs On The Wooden Peg
Today was one of those very first days of spring, when you can feel that summer is just around the corner, and it gives you cabin fever.
We still have a few more weeks before the spring-like weather becomes consistent, but I'm already dreaming of green grass and popsicles. I can feel that phantom warmth on my bare skin and bare feet as I pass under the street lamps on a clear night full of stars, strolling along and talking with someone. I don't know who. It's just the idea of the thing. The thing that is summer.
Jimminy cricket! It feels so good, knowing that it's almost here. : )
We still have a few more weeks before the spring-like weather becomes consistent, but I'm already dreaming of green grass and popsicles. I can feel that phantom warmth on my bare skin and bare feet as I pass under the street lamps on a clear night full of stars, strolling along and talking with someone. I don't know who. It's just the idea of the thing. The thing that is summer.
Jimminy cricket! It feels so good, knowing that it's almost here. : )