Dear Wyoming Summer
Dear Wyoming Summer,
I promise to never complain of your warmth. I will not whine about your blinding bright sun that makes me squint when I step out every morning. I, along with many others, look forward to your arrival. I cannot wait to shed these four layers of clothes and let your light shine onto my goose-bumped skin. I look forward to your crisp evening air and colorful sunsets. I can almost smell the grill and cold martini’s on the deck. I’m just not sure how much longer I can take these winter storms in Spring. So c’mon, I know you can do it. Break on through this wintery madness and warm us.
Please excuse the belly-aching. But I’ve never been one for patience.