My beautiful, 95 degree, salty run. (Followed by stairs in the park.) Thanks, Cara, for getting me off of my ass and making me SWEAT!
HoneyBee
The solitary Bee, Whose buzzing was the only sound of life, Flew there on restless wing,
Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.
-Robert Southey
Melissa.S.Walker@Gmail.com
July 15, 2010 | 8:24
