I can feel it.
It makes me wiggle my polished toes in anticipation, and dream of long lazy BBQ evenings. Everything becomes more vivid and clear and takes on a neon haze. The air smells of fresh grass clippings and I can sense a sharp taste of lemon in the water.
Summer has made it's arrival.
It's 38 degrees here. Some people may think I'm crazy for being excited about this, but I can't wipe the smile off my face. I love the fact that I can leap out of bed without being instantly covered in goosebumps, and bare my coral painted toes to the world in super cute sandals.
Summertime means less washing, tangy blueberries and sweet watermelon. It means a glass of Moscato and straw hats. Flippy dresses, white lilies and escaping to that turquoise ocean.
It means happiness.
Are you a Summertime girl or a cozy Winter chick?