Warmth of bright summer days. The sound of locusts buzzing and plants growing and in bloom.

Days spent cooling in crystal blue waters of a pool. Oh how I love these days.

Cold frigid air, enough to kill. So hard to get warm. So much sorrow, so much pain.

Only good thing is Christmas and longing for warmer days. Oh how I despise these days.

Loving every minute of a nice crisp day to play outside and celebrating that winter is over.

Free to go out and roam the world without layers of skin. No more staying in and wondering whats going on on the outside. Oh how I love these days.