A break up letter to the summer - from me.

Dear summertime, this is hard for me… I will never forget the moments we shared together. Late and smoky sunsets with our feet in the sand, living in a bikini eating PBJ’s out of a sandy cooler, margaritas and burning our butts on hot seatbelt buckles. You’ve been a real gentleman, and a good friend, but I think our time must come to an end.