But the weather has changed. The trees manufacture pollen nonstop, turning my car, and every other flat surface, an eerie neon green. My mind is still unkempt. But today, with the bright yellow sunlight and that sweet warmth, I somehow felt myself back in Yosemite on a hot summer's day. The nostalgia swept me.
So much to write about, but I cannot stay awake long enough to do it. I only wanted to remember the flash of this day, and how I was grateful fo every minute of it. I don't know my purpose here, but I know I have one.