There’s something about summer I can’t resist.
Hot, hot, hotter – I’ll take it. Sitting poolside, soaking in the rays, trying to get that tan I was too distracted for last year. Rolling down the highway with the windows rolled down, E’s curls blowing in an open window, getting blonder every minute, skin browner. Sandwiches and coleslaw, swatting gnats away under a tree. Getting on a unicycle, even though it’s the last place you’d imagine you’d be.