Dear Summer, You’re kind of fabulous. But then, I’ve always been a lover of tan lines and popsicles and salty waves. I’m also turning 27 this summer, but I feel older than that. We’re just old friends now, aren’t we Summer? (Remember when I wrote to you last time? I didn’t, until I read this post, but I told you I’d have you again!)
Dear Fitzgerald, Please, never grow up. You’re the neediest and annoying-est of kittens, but I still kind of love you. I love that you’re bite-size, and you get along with Sherman, and you sleep on my chest.– one day, I fear, you will be far too large to do that.
Dear DQ Blizzards, Why can’t I quit you? Also, I love it when the server turns you upside down just to prove you are optimum amounts of thickness. You melt far too quickly in the heat, but I’m a fast eater so don’t let that concern you.
Dear Bran Muffins, I baked you, despite my lack of baking powder. I baked you good!
Dear Art, Let’s get together this week and make something beautiful. If not beautiful, I’ll settle for interesting. I need a break from only being creative with words. Let’s finally unpack the oil paints and unwrap those canvases. What do you think?
[I am making an attempt to resurrect my letters series, in case you were wondering]