I love when you wake up in summer
and you have to crawl out of that hot blanket
away from winter
and let your toes bury in the coolness of the floor
flowing over the carpeting
with the sun flying through every window
and the trees outside are the 100 acre woods
and your running through backyards with your friends again
to do nothing
technically a poem I guess but then again what REALLY isn't? Just a feeling I'd like to share again.
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summer is nice . . .

