Summer

It snowed on the first day of spring here in New York. In the middle of April. It sucked.

But now the snow is gone and the sun is out.
Brighter. Hotter. Longer.





Summer, you are finally here.

You are the reason I am happy.
That one season that makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside, hot and sweaty outside.
It's a nostalgic feeling.
It's the emotion I was never able to let go of, even after 5 years of living in New York.
You're the season for ice cream.
The season for riding bikes all day.
Season for sleeping in during the weekdays, and not having to come up with an excuse.
It's the season when all the teeny little critters crawl into my room to share it with me.
It's the season that reminds me so much of home.

Summer, I have missed you.





P.S. I love the graffiti thing on facebook.