Oxymoronic seasons

  

I ache for summer, for endless daylight and impromptu after work adventures. Salt in the hair by day and a sweating glass by night. Aimless missions with no end goal but happiness.
Oxymorons make perfect sense when the sun is out and burning, and the tide is high enough to give you frostbite. 

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About Yaahooserious

I am a daughter, mother, friend, reader, blogger, and photographer, who loves sharing good wine, talk and food. Cultures, both my own and others, are of huge interest to me. People, words, history, art, traditions and food, I want to absorb it all. View all posts by Yaahooserious

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