Sunday, May 1, 2011

You can feel summer in the air. Florida is always hot, but it's a different kind of hot when it reaches May. Running around with your shoes off, feeling the burning asphalt on the soles of your feet. The air is humid and the sweat is running off your skin. You'd think we'd hate it... but it's a sense of freedom. There's never much to do during the summer in this god awful town, so we cure our boredom with long nights at the park. Just there to swing; feeling the hot air hit your face as you throw yourself to the stars. That park was our sanctuary, some where we could go just to get away from the rest of the world. I remember those lazy days we used to spend tanning in your backyard, watching the Locus as they attacked our sunkissed feet. It seemed like nothing could harm us.

1 comment:

  1. I always dreamed about living in Florida.
    This photo is wonderful ;)