Oh how I am missing this. The late nights down by the river, just a sweatshirt enough to keep warm.
The toes, covered in sand… with the flip-flop tan evidence of a summer well-lived
And of course there’s this. The lazy days on the Cape. Days that seem to go on forever, but weeks that are entirely too short.
It’s true… it’s that time of year again, and I’m dreaming of summer.