Shreds of Summer

It's preposterously cold outside. I miss the warmth of summer; the feeling of your skin drying out from laying out in the sun for too long, sweating from the heat when you're not doing anything, forgetting what day of the week it is, not wearing shoes.

Davie

Near Botany Bay, South Carolina.
There was a dove hunt scheduled for this day and the beach was closed. Dad stopped the car so I could take some pics of a heron (which flew away). This dog came trotting down the road and paused before we encouraged him to join us. His collar had a tag and a person's name on it: David Washington. I named him Davie because it sounded more like a hound dog name.