Summer Solstice...
― Summer is here and I sit by the miniature orange tree and sunlight covers me like a blanket. My cup of coffee sits on the table and the mixture of both is intoxicating the smell is filled with summer promise. I am now fully convinced that I was born to walk around barefoot while wearing cotton. ∙ The sun rays beg for me to get out of bed and find something to do and with longer days celebrations run into the nighttime. She naps at a later time and parties into the evening... ∙ [...].
