Summer is watching…
…every man, think he’s James Bond.
…every woman feebly hide a laugh, while he struts, then walks into a wall.
Summer is me observing it all, on a decaying pedestal.
This weekend we’re asking you to describe summer in your own words. Thirty-three of them exactly, of course.
One day, I’ll write something epic…until then, you’re left with the trolls that live in my head…or whatever I write in 10 minutes…or both.