Golden Green Things

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Stale cigarettes in a yellow ash tray.
Humming birds buzzing the feeder.
Removing ticks after wooded strolls.

Evening boat adventures - caked in the smell of fish.

Air almost warm enough to sip tea in in the morn.

It seems summer is making her way here. Damn, I love her, summer that is. She is warm, golden green, and so free spirited. Everything I strive to be, but insistently fail at.

Hoping change finds me,

Haley