only miss the sun when it starts to snow

only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
only hate the road when you’re missing home

I’ve never been a fan of the beach. Sand in places you don’t want sand, sun that burns, salt that stings. So maybe it’s because I haven’t been to the beach in such a long time that made sitting on the sand and the cool water lapping against feet feel so amazing. Or maybe it’s the fact that I escaped freezing temperatures to a far more bearable climate.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s