Couldn't miss the Perseids peaking — out here on a blanket with nothing on but the warm air and shooting stars. Wish you were lying next to me.
Couldn't miss the Perseids peaking — out here on a blanket with nothing on but the warm air and shooting stars. Wish you were lying next to me.
The bass is traveling up through the sand and into my bones and I haven't even made it to the water yet. Think you could keep pace with me once the sun goes down?
Sunday run done and the heat's already no joke — peeled everything off to stretch before I even think about driving up to that waterfront reggae fest in Daytona. Wanna come keep me company on the mat?
Up before the sun because there's a waterfront fest calling my name and I still can't pick a swimsuit. Honestly, with this humidity, less seems like the right answer. Which one would you vote for?
Found out it's National Lighthouse Day and Cape Florida is doing climbs tonight — so now I'm wide awake at the kitchen counter planning a sunset trip to Key Biscayne instead of sleeping like a normal person. Any excuse to chase water and good light.
Key West Lobsterfest did not disappoint — lobster, rum, dancing in the street till my feet ached. The dress didn't survive the night. Wonder what you'd have done if you'd been the one walking me back.
Twenty minutes on the river and every muscle is still humming — now I'm just lying here letting the ceiling fan do its job. Think you could keep up with me after a workout like that?
The storm finally rolled in and broke this stupid heat — now I'm just sitting here in the dark watching lightning paint the sky, wearing about as much as the humidity will allow. Feels like the whole city exhaled at once.
Florida heat finally broke me — peeled everything off the second I walked through the door and now I can't bring myself to put any of it back on. You'd melt too if you were here.
Thursdays are when I stop pretending I have any patience left — stripped down and done waiting. Care to join me?