Velvet storms

Is it wrong to become obsessed with

a season?

I'm becoming so with summer.

Oh and another thing

I haven't been writing every day

as it felt as though I was becoming a slave to blogging.

* Takes off slave bracelet.*

Summer.

We came home from a day at the seaside last night

and it was freezing.

One thing about living in the United Kingdom

 is that the weather is so

unpredictable.

Grr.

We had rain and sun and wind

that almost made my teeth chatter yesterday.

Came home,

salt on our lips and in our hair, lit the fire and took long hot baths.

I don't want the storms of winter.

Much rather have ice cream cones and sand grains stuck to my toes.

Soon,

winter will come.

With the the shaking out of umbrellas in the hall

and storms made out of velvet.

Shoes clattering in the porch while you shake the raindrops

from your coat.

Saying *wait, darling,

wait.*

Todays image via flickr dears.