I miss the late sunset and early sunrise.
I miss the picnic-park-lunches in the middle of the week.
I miss the go-from-pj's-to-swimsuits all day-and-back-to-pj's wardrobe.
I miss the stay up late on Wednesday just because we can.
I miss the warm, bright sun giving my cheeks a rosy, red kiss.
I miss walking barefoot through the warm, freshly mowed summer grass.
I miss the lazy mornings.
I miss being warm and eating ice cream to stay cool. I never eat ice cream in the winter...it just makes me colder. You'd think dressing in 4 layers would keep me warm...you'd be wrong. I hate being cold...I do not hate being hot.
I know it's not really cold yet, but it's in the air. I can already feel it. I'm already bracing myself. I already have my ice scraper handy (and have already had to use it one day).
I miss summer.
Thank you, Stasha, for giving me one last tribute to summer...I will dream about it all winter.