I'm sort of just watching the summer unfold before my eyes. No real developments, no real excitement, just watching, waiting, hoping. For what? Something that will shake up my life in a positive way, that will stir me at my core. A reason to tango, a spring in my step because it's summer.
I don't have a summer love; there's no man of my dreams waking me in bed, no one to make coffee with in the morning, no reason to want to make coffee in the morning. And still I hope find that ray of sunshine peeking through my window every morning when I wake. And still I hope for another reason to dance on the weekend. To continue to believe in love and fate and G-d and thank Him daily for His creations. I look for a reason to say, "Damn, I love this city." It doesn't always come. But still I have hope that every day will bring me closer to flowers.