|Current mood:|| refreshed|
|Current music:||The Jazz June- Fight like Sinatra|
Winter secceds the election to Spring
Summer sun soaking into pale skin,
The Squrriels rejoice and play
Tuesdays rain breed Wednsdays bright green
and i call this season a home
With winter now dead and spring on the way i just felt like it was time to reflect on on why i love this time of year so much. The above obviously states why. Tans. Squrriels. The color of nature. And its my home. yes, my home, i sit out in the sun and feel a great joy as my body soaks in the heavenly rays i feel it nuturing my dead body brough by winter and find solace in the celstial heavens on warm nights. Sometimes i wish that fall would bleed right into spring and by pass winter all together. siiiggghhhh.