It’s that time again.
It’s time for shorts and sandals.
Salads on the back patio.
The smell of a grill.
A crisp, cold white.
Gin and tonics.
Seafood right out of the gulf.
A good sunscreen and self-tanner.
Everything outdoors you can possibly imagine.
The beach for the best shrimp bun on the planet.
A bright lip.
Little girls in twirly, floral dresses.
Big girls in flirty dresses.
Big boys in seersucker and plaid.
Smiling with abandon.
Cartwheels and confetti egg wars in the backyard.
It’s windows down, hair up, arm out the window, and songs that remind you of that other life.
It’s time to start again – and I can’t wait.