August

I wish it was August again.
The sun is glaring hot on my skin. But I love it...I love the August heat.
Sitting only a few feet away from the waves washing the white sand on the beach and the faint cool breeze flirting with my curls as a salty ocean mist sprays my face.
Just an emerald blue horizon stretching before my eyes, all I can hear is the crash of the sea against the rocks and a sea gulls cry in the distant...
My mind is clear but of a single vague daydream... and a frosty iced glass of diet coke with the ice cubes playing on the surface slowly dissolving...
So mesmerizing. So tranquil.... and so AUGUST!
I wish it was August again....

I hate winters