Clint Is Foxy

Confession: I have a thing for Clint Eastwood.

I don't care if it is 1950's Clint;

1970's Clint;

Or current day Clint;

 The man's handsome-ness knows no decade.

It doesn't hurt that he plays rugged, ballsy, bad boys either.

Classic silver fox.



The departure.

When school begins again, I feel melancholy. I am not even in school anymore, nor is Bryan, and our children aren't of age yet.

I still feel the melancholy creeping in though. Summer is my season, I always hate it when it's turn is over, I try and fight it. Winter stretches on, and I know it's coming soon when the school bells begin to chime again.

Simple comfort comes over me with the sliding on of my flip flops. Night time walks in the warm summer air bring balance to my soul. The loud August crickets speak affirmations to me, I can hear them as I walk. I am content to breath the scent of summer in, deeply.

I am not ready to say goodbye, but I never really am. No matter what I do, summer will slip away. I must prepare myself for her departure, and reacquaint myself with the comforts the other seasons will hopefully bring.

I am a summer girl, but I have to remind myself to share.