I was going to say something. Honest. I had it all planned. I'm not entirely sure what I was going to say or how I was going to say it but I was... going to say something. Something irresistible. Something enticing. I was.

But I've suddenly gone tongue-tied. Suddenly realized it might be ridiculous. Because I have no idea what would happen next. Why can't I just say consequences be damned and spit it out.... ?

too risky I guess

sadly, we're in the home stretch

It's cooling off already and I seem to be grasping desperately at all of the things I love about summer.

I want to do it all; fill in every gap in time with something - some activity or another - because so much happens in the city right now and so many people exist to spend as much time as possible with right now. There are fires to be had, dance nights to party through, festivals to watch (and build, and tear down).

I know in my head that summer is also a time to slow down, relax in the sun, spend time with people - sure - but spend that time lounging by a pool; taking long, languid road trips to no destination at all; go camping and wear the same clothes for days....

But I'm so busy. Which I simultaneously love and hate... but one of these days I think my body will betray me and I'll just sleep through an entire day...or maybe a week - who knows? I just hope I don't miss anything.