For someone who likes to make wool sweaters, I don’t transition very well into fall.
If you live near the coast you know how much of childhood summers are spent at the beach.
How the first warm weekends mean packing up the cooler to go and the last few weekends before school starts are spent the same way, only with a melancholy walk along the water thrown in.
I’m spending the rest of the week at the beach… in my mind.
You’re welcome to have a seat with me.
front row, day 225