Foreshadowing summer through the senses

Bare feet on pavement.

The gritty feeling under my toes starts my mind running to summer.

I feel the sweating  bottle of something delicious chilling my hand.

I  smell the fire burning in our fire pit as my kids ask for one more marshmallow.

I hear the summer music as it floats through the air of our backyard, calming anything it touches.

I  see the pinks and purples of my flowers blowing softly on the breeze.

I taste the homemade honey BBQ as it drips from the fall-off-the-bone ribs we just finished on the grill.

These warm March days are a tease of what’s to come. But I’ll take it.

Just so I can put my bare feet on pavement.

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