Dear summer.. You were fucked up, but you were gorgeous. All the evening walks, the sandy floor mats after a Sunday on the beach, the mosquito bitten ankles from those nights on the front porch with a bottle of orange wine.
Don’t forget me and I won’t forget you. Promise
@ScrewlyG Absolutely. A River Runs Through It by Norman Maclean. Short lil novella that highlights tales of brotherhood and through fly fishing trips in 1920s Montana. It’s about coming to terms with faith and masculinity in a world that’s long disappeared. Give a read if you get a chance