Summersong

My girl, linen and curls
Lips parting like a flag all unfurled
She's grand the bend of her hand
Digging deep into the sweep of the sand
-The Decemberists

It's hot now, finally. So the only thing to do is play around in a towel all day waiting for my hair to air-dry.

I've grown into the type of person I think I've always wanted to be.