When I go out to get the paper, it’s dark out. I take this personally.
It’s also unseasonably cool. It feels like September.
I want it warm. I want it light. I want it to stay that way. Do I have to move to Argentina or something? Oh wait, a friend already has that covered. I could move to Australia. Oh wait, my daughter has that covered. Maybe I should visit her.
In the meantime, I’ll take a picture of the sunrise over Dyke Marsh.
Have a great weekend, y’all.
But it isn’t hot out anymore! All the darkness in the world is worth that!
Well…maybe not ALL the darkness 🙂
I remember cool breezes through my bedroom window growing up. Best feeling ever.