Confession of a Summer Agnostic #fivewords

Weekly Writing Prompt #159   I confess I have never been a sun worshipper. Red meat on a dry rack, sorry, beach, does not inspire me. Perhaps is it a question of name? Summer, Sommer, sommaire, echoes of summary... Execution? I long for Autumn, for the fresh smell of wet ground, for the scent of … Continue reading Confession of a Summer Agnostic #fivewords