holiday weekend stop acting coy.

stomp yourself up to my porch;

better have packed a bag too.

i’m readly to lounge languidly, sip sleepily, and rest richly.

turning off phones, brain, computer, and mouth {you’re welcome robert}.

with my summer track on repeat, we’ll burn the scent of jasmine one last time;

commemorating our season gone by, making room for period anew.

happy weekend.