I am a summer boy. I love the feeling of warm sunshine on my skin, and I love the beach. I live for the hot summer days that turn seamlessly into night, and don't even get me started on shirtless boys roaming the parks. Of course, this means that I hate winter. During the snow that seems to last for an eternity, I dream about summer days filled with rooftop cocktails and sex in the park (kidding). I realize that it's not quite winter yet, but the temperature is dropping and my anxiety is starting to set in.
I'm looking back at these photos I took of Alex and can't help but be transported back to this steamy June day where we explored a new park and found cool relief in a creek that flows from a spring in a nearby cave.
It's days like this that I will miss most when I slip down the icy sidewalk on my to work and literally freeze my junk off on the short journey from car door to apartment door. I'll dream of basking naked in the sun. I'll dream of Alex's tan lines. I'll dream of the smell of chlorine from the pool. I'll dream of lying in the tall grass and smoking while staring up at the clouds.
Anyone else with me?