Even though the official vacation part of my summer is over, summer is still just much more fun and easy than the winter to be living your life. There are none of the excessively large coats, fat boots, or huge sweaters. My shoulders stay where they should, and not hovering around my ears. The farmer’s market is in full swing, with an abundance of just picked stuff that tastes delicious with just a sprinkle of olive oil and sea salt. The sun shines, the flowers show off, and a night breeze after a hot day, makes sleeping, well, dreamy.
Today is for getting back on track. But I give a boat load of gratitude for how much fucking easier it is to do when it’s summer.