it feels like summer

I love the tantalizing aura that the seasons claim. For instance today, after an all-nighter at my brother's house (coming home in last night's clothes always gives me a little thrill) I was walking up the stairs to my apartment, caught a big whiff and thought to myself "you know, today feels like summer." It's just funny, and mysterious in a way. Yesterday I was toasting away at peaks, surrounded by scantily-clad mommies and towels and coconut oil, but not until this morning, warm but as nondescript as any other, did it legitimately feel like summer. 

And it's the same with spring, you have to smell it, truly smell it before it really counts, no wonder what Phil says. Fall? It's that nippiness in the air. You breathe in and suddenly your breath is caught in the chill. Winter . . . well, that one is more difficult to decipher for this California girl. It think it's in the sky though. I want to say there's a winter sky that proclaims the change. Hmmm, I suppose I'll just have to observe the Paris sky to make any kind of real decision. I love saying stuff like that. I don't say it much, but I think it a lot. I don't think that I believe it's real yet. Obviously looking at my bank account tells me it's real, but still . . . 

anyway, image via 13bees - very cute.