Summer Always Sways Me
Summer does. It sways me.
It doesn't even have to actually be summer, it just has to feel like it.
And then I sway. To its breeze... to its rhythms... its colors... its fragrance.
It has me at "Hello, I'm 80 degrees."
Even my opinions are swayed... toward a mellower, happier, a more "the hills are alive" version of themselves.
And today... well, it was swayful.
Le siiiiigh.
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