I ask you!
Winter and Autumn are nodding knowingly at each other. I stare down at my flip flops and think who am I fooling? With whole heart accept and move on! But darn it all I will dig in my bare heels and vow that until the snow flies the beach sandals shall remain, nose high, indulgently snubbing accepted norms (rubbing cold toes in secret). How can I move on when it's this beautiful in the world and over the water?