Sand in my soul...
Waking up to a thunderstorm was an absolute delight this morning. I miss rain. A lot. Lately I have found myself defending the fact that I have always chosen to live in a tropical (or at least warm) climate - Florida and California.
No, I have never seen leaves turn.
I don’t think this makes me a bad person.
Yes, I have seen snow - five times, once it even fell from the sky - that was cool, I was 30.
Does this make me a bad person? I just don’t think so.
I can navigate a boat by the stars.
If I am within two miles of water I can point you in the right direction (even thought I’m lousy with knowing my direction any other time).
I think sand is the best exfoliate in the world.
I think watching a sunset into the water is the closest thing to seeing God.
Beer tastes better on the beach.
Peeing in the ocean is very satisfying.
Now tell me again why freezing my ass off and raking leaves is better?
No, I have never seen leaves turn.
I don’t think this makes me a bad person.
Yes, I have seen snow - five times, once it even fell from the sky - that was cool, I was 30.
Does this make me a bad person? I just don’t think so.
I can navigate a boat by the stars.
If I am within two miles of water I can point you in the right direction (even thought I’m lousy with knowing my direction any other time).
I think sand is the best exfoliate in the world.
I think watching a sunset into the water is the closest thing to seeing God.
Beer tastes better on the beach.
Peeing in the ocean is very satisfying.
Now tell me again why freezing my ass off and raking leaves is better?