June blinked and it was July
June was a month that in my childhood would plod on slowly, the Ontario humidity stretching the days as the end school year loomed. Weekends would turn into exam days, which would turn into afternoons lying in the grass, our bare feet reacquainting themselves with summer dirt.
June as a young adult blinked and it was July.
There was very little dirt this year, it has been humid as hell, but on the contrary to lazing in the grass I’ve been hard at work.
Much to share to come.