honeyy glaze

Chanel No. 18 smells like a spring day at the end of May, like bright sunshine through fluffy clouds and birds chirping in the garden as the Herbalizer tracks float through my bedroom from the apartment below and I can’t stop with the candy. Lemon, orange, and raspberry flavors and I have a lil hobble but it ain’t no thang.

And I’m thinking about how it’s been a year. How I awake on Sunday of Memorial Day in the perfect pad, the attic that looks like a boutique suite, complete with that roof, only I ain’t climbing today. Tomorrow, when the swelling goes down, I’ll go on up and get some rays.

Memorial Day is the start of summer. How clever it should all be arranged. The new season begins nothing like last year’s saga. This time it’s clean. Crystal clear. Crystal light flavored delight. Candies. Sugar. I swear it’s the weed. Makes me love it all.