Warm-cold-warm-cold-warm-cold.
I don't know about you, but I am over this weather changing so much. I hate being sick, it is making me stay sick.
I miss camping, swimming, riding my bike, going on car rides with the windows down and singing with my friends. I miss the lighting bugs or also known as the fireflies. This whole spring season is a tease. It is a tease that the warmer weather is coming.
But summer seems to be working at a snail's pace and not wanting to be here. I want the campfire nights with the yummy, gooey smores.
I know, we seem to have a love-hate relationship sometimes. Especially, when my hair is a frizz ball or when I burn from just mowing the lawn. As of now, though, we as a whole need you to hurry and get here.
I don't know how many more mind games of this warm-cold game. I just need it to be warm already.
Please, summer, hurry and get here.