I've ranted about how much I survive off of the sun - I mean, we all do, but I'd quickly become a walking robot if I weren't able to catch a few rays and keep things in the light. All winter long, I felt as if I were running a marathon in the freezing cold, slush. Real talk: I'd rather spend the glacial winter months, in a log cabin, by the fire with a good book and a boo. So, reasonably, I can't help but be excited about everything I'm too soon planning to do all Summer long. I'll take a heatwave, some freeze pops, and a (skinny) dip, over winter anytime. Something about waking up with the sun to do yoga, that has me feeling ready to chase it,
the excitable gift.
trying to shining bright like a. . . all season long, I just plan on taking things one day at a time, probably will spend most days trying to do everything you possibly can do in the city, outside; read, write, picnic, booze, cruise, repeat. It might sound ambitious - it is - but if there's a way to make every day in Brooklyn, at least feel like I'm living in the sunshine, all the time, then I'm in.