every summer has a story….

whether it be down by the water….

in the arms and eyes of a new crush, or a rekindling of a lingering, love deep. 

summer means sunshine, tan lines and the smell of store bought coconut lotion. 

in the summer, impromptu, beating-the-heat, afternoon naps are encouraged and quietly applauded.

summer takes you where the cool wind blows in your hair; fanning out the worry and wafting in the happy. 

what’s your current summer story?

i’m still trying to excavate mine.