I mentioned to Nora earlier this morning that the month of June has always been good to me.
I guess it’s silly of me to still think of June as the best month of summer, the month where, in the West, life inevitably starts anew, but I’ve always equated June with blossoming flowers, honest smiles and bright, sunny days.
Read what I wrote about June on my old blog, Kamotherapy, in 2005 and holler if you agree with me.
You can holler even if you don’t, because, this, my friends, is the Internet.
And speaking of which, it’s good to be back.