Today, as I took my first breaths of the morning air, I tasted summer. For the first time in months, I could actually taste June on my tongue. You know. It tastes of strawberries and the ocean and flowers and sunshine and giggles and lemonade and freshly mown grass.
I don't have much time. I'm headed up to my summerhouse, actually sitting in the train right now, spontaneously posting my first breath of summer. And I love. I'm busy as always, and a bit stressed by my exams... but happy.
Thanks for listening,
I Am Roseberry