Winter strips the leaves and the beautiful leaves grow old. No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees. Nature listening. A million little suns (snowflake) drops; nature most delicate things, but just look what they can do when they stick together. Coming together, sharing together, working together, and succeeding together. Less me, more we.

Gripped with bitter cold, ice-locked, vision blurred with dense fog. The cold sun is just setting bashing some colder lavender hill. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and field, as it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt. The road is soaked with rain and sparkling under the street-lamps, like a lake reflecting strings of lights. A bitter wind, whipped at my face, its howling forming the high notes of symphony. The evening lacked none of winter’s rough poetry.

Rainbows and butterflies, cattails and dandelions, waterfalls and rainforests, puppy dogs and dragonflies, sea foam and orcas, sunshine and comets, chilliness and icicles, wildflowers and prairie grass. The sun shines hot and the wind blows cold. It is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. It's a helluva start! What a strange thing to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.

Warm your soul with positive thoughts. Otherwise you're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul.

The sky was back to a milky-grey and the dripping trees were a darker shade of green; but the most striking change— hottest week is gone and the flip flops have found their destination

Salt in the air, sun kissed hair. Harley bikers are back. Jazz on the streets, kite surfing, fireworks, festivals, music, night bazaar, movies & popcorns, farmers market, strange flowers, sunglasses, journal, sun hat, country side, beaches, no makeup and the list goes on. I feel summer creepin' in. Every summer has a story. Bliss is the sand between my toes. Some of the best memories are made in flip flops! It’s a smirk, it's a memoir, it's a sip of lemonade... it's summertime!