Excitement is in the air, it is not stifled by the heat of the summer’s first breath. The thrill of spontaneity is enlivened with the hot conductivity in the stagnant, humid air.
Things have loosened up in the free air with the temporary lifting of winter’s heavy grasp. Once again our skin is free from the bonds of clothing, our bodies manageble wearing it’s own skin.
Our heart pumps more merrily in the skip of summer’s whistle, our eyes sparkle in the rainbow of the sun’s prism.