Aug 2020
When I am outside I am content,
until I grow too warm
and humid
and long to be
inside.
And when I am inside,
I long for the sunlight
and the lazy summer wind,
and I shiver
and can’t make up my
mind.
until I grow too warm
and humid
and long to be
inside.
And when I am inside,
I long for the sunlight
and the lazy summer wind,
and I shiver
and can’t make up my
mind.
Restless on a Friday afternoon. Where's the compromise? I can't stop looking out the window...
