It's hard to believe that this is Labor Day weekend and that summer is coming to an end. Instinctively I want to hold on tighter when I am threatened with the loss of something. I want to get as much as I can before it is gone. The end of summer always makes me sad. I know one day I will live in the land of sun, where the weather is never too cold and the beach is not that far. A place where I won't have to shovel snow or wear a parka. The sunshine state is calling me... soon.
Friday, August 29, 2008
BEACH FEET
It's hard to believe that this is Labor Day weekend and that summer is coming to an end. Instinctively I want to hold on tighter when I am threatened with the loss of something. I want to get as much as I can before it is gone. The end of summer always makes me sad. I know one day I will live in the land of sun, where the weather is never too cold and the beach is not that far. A place where I won't have to shovel snow or wear a parka. The sunshine state is calling me... soon.
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