Mission Accomplished

Imagine this: You're sitting on the back porch, cold sweetness fills your mouth with euphoria, a yellow rosebush stands out in the twilight, the smell of roasting peppers and tomatoe plants fills the air, the soft whisper of a page being turned disrupts the cool breeze. This is how my evening was spent, eating this, a caramel sundae with cherries-



and listening to Keith Urban and reading my newest book

This is how I've decided to reward myself for getting through the year with a steady 4.0 GPA and ready myself for the summer nights ahead. Mission accomplished, let summer begin.