Glass half
Well well well. Six months since the last post. The weather's much, much warmer. The snow boots have been stowed, the sweaters and scarves packed away.
Summer's here. August seems so very far away and June is taking her sweet time.Flip flops abound and i am ever thankful for this season's printed cottony tops.
Six months into what Cynthia and I call the year, and things are definitely looking up. For everyone and me, it seems. Sondra's married, Yvette's in love, Alex is newly transplanted, and my potted plants seem happy to be mine. I'm almost there. Becoming a fulltime photographer is so frustratingly close. It's only a matter of suns and moons.
Oh, the promises of summer.
Well well well. Six months since the last post. The weather's much, much warmer. The snow boots have been stowed, the sweaters and scarves packed away.
Summer's here. August seems so very far away and June is taking her sweet time.Flip flops abound and i am ever thankful for this season's printed cottony tops.
Six months into what Cynthia and I call the year, and things are definitely looking up. For everyone and me, it seems. Sondra's married, Yvette's in love, Alex is newly transplanted, and my potted plants seem happy to be mine. I'm almost there. Becoming a fulltime photographer is so frustratingly close. It's only a matter of suns and moons.
Oh, the promises of summer.
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