God I miss a good cold summer.
And the car, and the restlessness, and the smell of the ocean, the sound of rain on my tent, I even miss waking up with my feet wet because the tent is too short for me. The no sight of people no matter where I look, the grey sky, the highway gas station and the terrible burger joint, the urge to travel from A to B in a not such a literal sense—or linear, the pool, the pools, the smell of the geothermal water, the white spots of snow in the mountains, in august, the..
Never been much for sunbathing anyway.