half a year until summer and i'm already itching for it... i didn't make much happen this winter. i should have. i will.

we'll all get scooters and hammocks and kites. we'll camp by the ocean and swim in lakes and climb trees. we'll lie on our backs in the sunshine and eat vegetables straight out of the earth. we'll pretend that childhood is still upon us, play all those games we've gotten too old to play. we'll catch ladybugs and chase butterflies and make sandcastles and pick flowers. we'll take a train and a road trip, we won't know where we're going and we won't know when we'll get back. we'll dance around a bonfire and sleep under the stars. we'll hike for miles and miles and bike for even more. we'll have picnics under giant trees and wake up early for sunrises and build a treehouse and go iceblocking and raft down a river. we'll have pillow fights and throw snowballs and roll down hills and run real fast, just because we can. we'll breathe deep and sing loud and dance and dance and dance.

you know... it's the little things in life. i've been saying that a lot lately, but it's true.