Sunshine

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I could eat sunshine for breakfast. So long as it isn't accompanied by that wet, wool blanket kind of humidity and is at an appropriate angle in the sky: as in not directly overhead and blazing down on me so hard that I think someone up on a cloud somewhere is playing with a giant magnifying glass and giggling. But, if it's up there in the clear blue sky and you throw in a cool breeze, rustling leaves, and a thermostat that never crests 75º, I have found my bliss.

Right now, I'm sucking up as much clean air as I can, because that state of being is about to change. I love this weather, I love the shiny green of the tree leaves, the dappled patterns on the brick sidewalks. I'm taking it all in, because my every day is about to look entirely different.