I cannot understand the beauty of a Saturday afternoon without having been outside and I have yet to be outside. I am an onlooker right now with the hugest window. I see tufts of white on the light blue canvas and the wind is moving about. Not a day to wear your short, but of course there are those who just have no feeling to weather & enjoy shorts whenever, wherever sometimes in 45 degree weather or the windiest day of the year. I just want to throw clothes on those people.
Something that cannot run away from my mind is.. a phone call. I am persistent to the point of being overbearing, I cannot stop and maybe I enjoy hearing that ringing sound. But to say the least I am horrible, never give me your phone number if you plan on dating me one day.