There are seven fundamental types of catastrophes. Beauty is not one of them.
I’m no Annie Leibovitz but I enjoy snapping pics when the mood hits. winter’s been less harsh than in the past making it tolerable as opposed to ruthlessly hated on. yes, I know I ended that with a preposition, I see it, stop judging me.
my point is, I miss summer. we don’t always get along when he’s here though. he has a tendency to come on too strong some days so I avoid him then because I don’t feel like being bothered. but when he leaves me, I’m all sad remembering the good times, wanting that old thing back. he doesn’t return calls or texts till damn near May. taurus born so he’s stubborn like that. I guess it’s his way of teaching me a lesson…. never know what’cha got till it’s gone right? I’m always thrilled to see him when he arrives. but then, ya know – too strong sometimes, so I stay inside sometimes, and the cycle repeats…
till then…. a few snapshots as a reminder that summer does exists and my boo will be here soon. 😎