ode to summer. sometimes i crave the sunshine so bad that i can feel the hunger in my chest. i miss the feel of those brand new blades of baby grass inbetween my toes and the little breeze that seeps through leaves on the trees. im tired of the snow and the perminant grey tint that blankets everything along with it. Have you ever noticed how the sky is always that sea sick white color in the winter? Even when its clear? Ode to summer. I think it's about time that this tiny little town saw some color. As if life here was'nt dull enough. These patches of mud, snow, water, mud, snow, a giant puddle, mud, and more snow are bringing me down. where are the dry dirt roads and the puffs of little white cotton balls that grow atop thin green stalks on the sides of oilwell road. Where are the tourists who walk way to close to the highway with their hipweighters flapping along to the rythm of their jolly footsteps and their fishing poles resting over their sholders poking other tourists in the eyes behind them? I miss being able to run out onto the driveway with no shoes on. i like the feel of dirty feet. I like that bit of proof that there really is earth underneeth them.