That I have to go with so much still to say.
Is it silly to fall in love with the weather? It is 79.3 degrees outside right now, the humidity is at about 65 percent, and I couldnt’ be happier. When you live in Florida and you experience the short transition seasons, it makes you thankful. You don’t walk through the air struggling to breathe, you just, inhale. And smell the birds and the flowers and everything. And there might actually be a breeze, and I can tell you it makes me want to have babies, and bake a pie, or just BE. Outside, anywhere, on a mountain, anything. God, its delicious, and it makes me euphorically high. Its way better than anything in the world, except maybe sitting with Wade and holding his hand while we think about the sky and everything beyond it for even just 5 minutes….
The title of this blog is from a quote I read somewhere, "The trouble is, I have to go with so much still to say." It's a resonator, like the guitar. Early 20's, college, music, dreamy, blah blah blah....
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