It's early Summer. My favorite time of the year.

Summer is a woman...hot, sexy, wild, hazy, soft, flashy, dangerous when wet, full of laughs, tears, stings and bites, endlessly beautiful, satin smooth, fragrant, promising, crushing...changeable.

Summer has stars in her night eyes, with thunder and crickets, and little lover bugs flashing tiny lights hoping to find some little lover bug passion. I love the sand between the toes, and the surf in Summer's song. She has flowers and newly cut grass for perfume, and sweating, flexing naked passion in her nights.