summer is here and the serpentine waits for me to swim in it each morning and it makes me feel like i’m lolita or some caracter from a sofia ford coppola movie and i can’t quite explain why though i think it has something to do with the red nail polish and the green water. and the grass is dry and high enough to hide and read a book, and the entire city smells of english roses.
summer rarely comes in these parts so while it’s here, i’m going to soak it up and quiet the voice in my head that says i should be writing more. it says a lot of things that voice and i intend to tame it over the coming months.
so i’m going to make like a pupa and hopefully emerge at the end of the season, with wings.
see you on the flip side, peeps.