Sunday, August 5, 2012

/// Summer routine

"Yes, summer was rituals, each with its natural time and place." -Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

The days melt and combine and the month changed like some sweet sun-melted popsicle. I'm no longer conscious of dates or months or hours. They are irrelevant. The only thing I can even begin to think of doing is to soak up every last drop of summer whether I'm on my own or with my favorite people.

{photos and illustration by me}