That Time of Year

These long, hot days away from you suck.

I woke up thinking about you, and us, and what can be and what maybe can't be.

I didn't come to any conclusions (do I ever?), but it seemed like a good excuse to try to be inspired to write something.

The sun is coming up, the mourning doves are doing their annoying little concert, and a mosquito just bit the piss out of me. That's all I can come up with.

And, as always, I long for you.

Happy Memorial Day.