It is that time of year, when a feeling of torturous anxiety about the summer completely takes over me. I no longer love the rain and the mild weather - well who I am kidding I rarely adore the rain unless it is in a form of a summer thunderstorm - and I long for those warm summer afternoons filled with carefree attitudes, barbecues and lemonade and a sun-kissed glow on my skin. I miss the few freckles that my face acquires in those three wonderful months of warmth. I impatiently await for the seasons to change, also in hopes of any other change that would like to come my way as well....
The below quote perfectly sums up the way I feel when I think of a summer afternoon. <3
"Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language."
[Henry James]
[image f: this is glamorous]
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