Let’s just say, the sun is not immune to her come hither energies.
Yesterday, the dogs and I went out in search of yellow, which as it turns out, wasn’t hard to do. Of course, it meant peering around all the lovey dovey couples entwined everywhere we went— oh, spring– no one can resist you least of all youth which is so susceptible to bliss.
HENRY: Cut her some slack. She doesn’t get out much.