Tated up

SO I got a tattoo yesterday. And it is kinda stinging today, go fig. I decided on the peace dove with the olive branch. I know birds,flowers, so cliche, but whatever I like it. Anyway I wanted a topic to write about because it is 9 in the morning on a Sunday and I am wide awake!!! I woke up around 8 and laid in bed for a god 40 minutes trying to fall back asleep, but it is too hot. So in an effort to feel connected with the rest of the world at this wee hour of the morning I'm writing this blog. I'm listening to "Easy like Sunday Morning" and bobbing my head, picturing the beach. It's weird because I associate this time of year, summer with specific memories of sense. Like when I think of the shore, I like to think of the early morning. Before most people are awake, the sun is up but not scorching hot yet. The wind is blowing, but not so much that you're eating your hair or there's sand in your eyes. The boardwalk is joggers,walkers, and bikers. And in my visualization there are dogs allowed too. It's strange to me that when I think of summer that is the memory I feel. It's like when I was in high school and was getting ready to go back to school. I would get butterflies in my stomach, because I was so excited to go back and see everyone again. I would wake up super early and everything that day would fascinate me. There is a specific joy I feel when I think of the 'back to school' feeling. The weather is similar, the morning with the sun and the cool wind. Sometimes I feel the back to school happiness, out of nowhere.
I used to wonder if teacher's experienced that. I should ask.
Anyway, I am going to venture out of my apartment for a little while and head down South Street. Hopefully there are not too many people yet, and the wind is slightly blowing..