Last night was surreal. Strange, almost. I walked outside in August to find………cool? For almost an hour, I sat it my lime green swing on the upstairs porch. In the waning light, I let the – really – teasing chill caress my face. Back and forth, I bobbed while I read. Up and back, the soft, uncluttered air blanked my slate, froze my brain.
The unexpected is the only thing we crave.