So I am out of work for the day.
It's 87° out. The sun is shining, the sky is cloudless. It's humid and sticky. It's perfect!

I am wearing my favourite Tshirt with the sleeves rolled up,
(like they did in the 80's, but I don't smoke so I don't have a pack of smokes rolled into mine.)
my favourite cut offs, and a blue do-rag on my head.

I am flying down the dusty backroads at 70mph, with the windows rolled down, enjoying every single second of this gorgeous hot August day.

This is what I live for.
The dust, the breeze, the feeling of the wheel in my hands.
The smell of fresh cut grass. Tigerlillies alongside the road.

This, to me, must be as close to heaven as we can get here on earth.
Then I think to myself, about the only thing that would make it better is blueberries.
Cold frozen sweet blueberries, that melt in your mouth.

I don't have any blueberries at the moment, but still.... this is my own little glimpse of heaven.

It gets even better as I drive past a house having a bonfire...
reminds me of camping and s'mores and roasting weenies.

This is summer and it's everything I love.
I try to capture and imprint every second on my mind and in my heart.
I know winter will be here too soon, with it's cold icy whiteness that leaves me feeling bone dead.
So I close my eyes and soak in summer...