As the sun shines brighter. As the cherry blossoms explode. As the daffodils begin to pop up. I know it’s coming. I can feel the sand between my toes. I can smell the sunscreen I can taste the cold beer. My brain is infiltrated with memories stained with nostalgia When the hot days bring slightly cooler nights. Nights spent laying on trampolines looking up at the dark sky smattered with teeny tiny white lights. Gazing up at the expanse of the world puts my little life into perspective. Yet there I lay placing dreams and hopes and wishes on the teeny tiny streaks of twinkling light above me.
It felt so cold today. When I was walking home from work this was were my brain was at.