hello, yellow boots.
I love you.
you’re perfect for snow, sleet, rain… and you’ve served me well.
but I want so badly to put you in the closet for 7 months so my feet can be free!!
Dear Summer,
I love you.
please descend on Virginia
a little early this year.
i might die if i can’t put my toes in sand soon!
warmly,
ashley
ps: i know where you live… i will hunt you down…
and there will be consequences.