Sometimes I forget it’s summer.

My work has no windows. Like absolutely no windows. There’s a glass door and that’s it. So sometimes, in the middle of the day, I forget how absolutely glorious summer is.

And then I go home and once I’m there, or on the way there if I’m on my bike, I realize how gorgeous it is here in the Valley for summer. Does it really get any better than a mountain valley in summer time?

1 thought on “Sometimes I forget it’s summer.”

  1. I swear I made a comment earlier…..but now I feel insane. So I think I commented on how short summers are in our neck of the woods. I’m jealous you can ride your bike to and from work.

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