FOMO

It’s summer out there but I’m spending most of my days indoors. I know it’s light and that everything is blooming and to dampen this case of fear of missing out I try to take pictures of everything summer-y whenever I get the chance, that and to smell the flowers, just to remember that it is summer and I’ve actually seen it.

I know it’s not that bad. There will be other weeks and other months and other summers, other roses and other light skies and other sunsets. It will be fine. I know that.