|FELTMANS. Get it? Get it?|
Now, April awaits, and already, I can feel the powdery sands of Boracay under my feet. Summer, next to Fall, where I love the mental image of leaves falling on a paved street, is my favorite season. Like The Weepies sings, I was made for sunny days. I love summer heat and everything about beaches. Although for the past weeks, the weather's as confusing as inconsistent boys as one moment it's really hot and the air so damp and the next it's like Christmas all over again. I've managed to wear boots, a sweater and a scarf to work last week, because that's how cold some days are. Anyway.
I've always said that fate has a funny way of making it up to me. And lately, I found out it's still true. I'm a little glad because I find it somehow comforting. And I think that's all I really need right now. A little comfort.