-The Scene: North Texas
-Currently, it stands as my most shameful love, because most despise her.

-While Sweet Lady Summer deals us suffocating and smothering, infamous humidity, I’m grateful to her, for she forces me to be grateful for the spring, fall, and winter.
-Oppressive convection humbles one quicker than most.


-She, in her stifling glory, is the promoter of the orb weaver, the milk weed, the nosy fly, the bouncy butterfly, the beetle of June, color-saturated explosions, backyard-browning brisket bliss, charred aromas, hissing suds, and every replenishing pool to a name.
-Walking to my car equals a glossy forehead, and I like it–sweats out all the toxins.


-Gargantuan popup cumulonimbus pop up like wack-a-moles and dump millions of gallons and immeasurable volts at the drop of a cowboy hat, and I like it–makes the whole city sit down and shut the hell up.


Love it! I appreciate southern summers.
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Kelley,
Any time you take time out of your day to read my work, I cherish it. Parts of the summers suck, but there is definitely lessons in every season. Thank you so much for the support, sistah.
One Love & One Justice,
T.S.P.
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