Fridays to me are like summer. Fridays and ice cream cones and people who take time to listen. There are times you get all three.
Yes, I know, my job is to listen to people. Also, I’m supposed to be the adult in the situation, yet today I was the one getting the ice cream cone. And Fridays? Somehow the work doesn’t end, but at least you can call it a week.
Fridays to me are like summer. Summer and bare feet on green grass and swimming, and getting through the oh-so-cold days and the shivering and then the sun finally stays out long enough to renew my pale skin.
Every time we get a little 60 degree weather day part of me likes to pretend I live somewhere tropical, even just for a minute, because it reminds me of summer and summer always made sense to me.
Still, the Fridays and ice cream cones and listeners followed me into winter…which may not be so bad after all.
Linking up with others who love words on a Friday for the prompt, Bare.