at the end of august

this kind of weather begs for adirondack chairs.

and lemonade.

and streamers and paper lanterns and strings of lights.

this kind of weather begs for bare arms. and legs.

maybe even mid-sections. (*gasp*)

this is sleeping on top of the covers weather.

taking off your shoes in the car weather.

letting the hot, dry wind blow your hair to pieces weather.

and you won't hear me complain. not even when my car's thermometer reads 108. and i've got all of my windows down because i'm without that which conditions the air.

not even then.

these are the last days of my 29th year (right? if i'm turning 29 i'm celebrating 29 years on this here earth...right? which means sept 7th begins year 30? wowzers...).

and i am relishing.