Summer

I know I live in Florida, where it’s basically summer year around, but it really does feel different come June. And I don’t just mean that it can suddenly become unbearably hot and humid. No, when June comes rolling around I suddenly get inspired to partake in “summery” activities-eating watermelon, melting ice cream cones, bike rides, trips to the beach…the list goes on and on. After what feels like weeks of non-stop thunder storms, This weekend gave us the perfect welcome to summer weather. Hot, but not yet humid, the perfect temp to take a bike ride down to the beach board walk and enjoy the day. The ocean tide was low and the water was a perfect high 70’s temp. Sometimes it’s easy to become desensitized to your environment-I totally forget most of the time that we live in a town where people vacation. But I’ll tell you what, biking down to the beach and seeing all the vacationers makes for a perfect people watching activity. Brett especially loves when I yell “look to your right!” every time we bike past a 40+ year old with a particularly good thong on. They’re just too good not to share.

Hope you had a great summer weekend!

2 thoughts on “Summer

  1. movingonmyown says:

    Sounds wonderful! What part of southern Florida do you live, do you mind me asking? I’m looking to relocate there in about a year after graduation and am still doing my homework. Wherever it is, it sounds magnificent 🙂

    • Christina Lynne says:

      South Florida really is beautiful! We live a bit north of Miami, right on the coast. It’s definitely a very vibrant and fun area! Good luck finding a place to relocate!!

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