I could scream, or dance and not care what it looked like to strangers or better yet, casual acquaintances. I could give our second chances like free balloons and think the best of everybody without a second guess. I could write our names in loopy handwriting and dot the i’s with hearts, I could take couply photographs and let my hair tangle without a thought.
And now it’s summer. Hot in my dorm room even with both windows open for air, strange short lived storms, and extremely frightening nesting geese (In front of the SLC of all places)
So it’s hard to believe anything could go wrong.
Hopefully nothing will.
I love as winter slips in to spring slips in to summer.