To love someone or some thing you must be as sand to the waves... At times in the wake, at times not. You must be willing to let go... and wait for its return, because if it does - then it was meant to be all along.
Dear Summer, I've sat down several times to write this letter but nothing seems to come out. Perhaps it's because I don't want to say goodbye. I've so enjoyed your sunny laziness. Your warm (ok right, downright HOT) days. Your thunderstorms and warm breezes. Your carefree weekends with all the time in the world to… Continue reading A Letter to Summer