seasonal nostalgia

I went shopping for art supplies this afternoon and it was hotter than a hooker in church. Oppressive heat that takes no prisoners.

Oh and I wanted hair products.

As I was walking back to my car in the Target parking lot, it was right before my favorite time of day (dusk) and essentially I got that feeling of "yeah, this is familiar. This is home." This is not necessarily a great thing, but it felt like summer for the first time today.

This is summer on Long Island.