I hope this goes well, I want to write a lot more this summer, and of course, I'd love to hear all your thoughts and comments, whoever you are.
Summer is here. I sat out on my lawn chair with my wet hair and the birds at the birdfeeder. It was so calm.
The birds would chase themselves around the feeder so elegantly. I could watch them all day.
It is my last week of school. It went by so slowly today. My last Monday of High School.
My mind is sluggish tonight as I pound out these words. I wish you all could read them as a personally written letter.
Just pretend it is.
Otto Bear is sighing. I feel the same. The day has gone so slowly, edging on like a anticipating drop of water. My eyes are tired. Tomorrow will be better. Promise.
Hopes of better days right?
I'm going to grow up slowly. I'm going to take my time.