Dear Mr. Sun,

Dear Mr. Sun,

It was quite splendid to see you today. It's been awhile. Pardon me for being so forward, but you looked quite radiant. I daresay we should make these visits more frequent. You see, you make me very, very happy and after not seeing you for so long, I get a little ansy and sad. You just seem to make everyone and everything so much brighter and happier. Do come visit more often.

Love,
Gabe



I want summer. My freckles are looking a little drab and sad. I'm pasty, which isn't atypical for a fair-skinned redhead, but I'm dying for some sun.

I want SUN!

I want blue skies and ice cream.



I want green grass and water fights.

I want leafy trees and noisy birds.

I want FLOWERS.

I want peaches, nectarines, strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries.

I want hiking and picnics at the park.

I want THE BEACH and the glittery ocean.


I want hot weather. I want to open my windows.

I want croquet.

I want kayaking and canoeing.

I want swimming.

I want shorts and flip-flops.

I want summer.