If all goes according to our sketchy plan, a friend and I might just be sipping some liquid similar to this a few hours from now. At a pretty little strip of beach. Can’t wait to squish some warm sand between my toes.
I might bring back a few pictures. Maybe a tan? Some strange souvenir? A few stories? Perhaps, if I am so inclined.
We love, we labor, we lose, and then sometimes, when we’re lucky—we loaf.
See ya all when I get back!