Just reading the word conjures up feelings in me.
At the end of every Summer, if I take time to indulge in reflection, there’s always a story.
Sometimes it’s a story written without any intention on my part.
Sometimes I’m left with not-so-fond memories of heat and humidity and really bad hair days
But this year I’m writing my own Summer Story…
I’m filling it with sunshine, flip flops, Ferris wheels, early morning runs and lazy afternoons reading in the hammock…
What things are making up your Summer story?
Happy Sweet Summer Day my Friends…xo