Sunshine State Hijinks

‘Florida, the land of a thousand summers. ‘ Every May the feeling comes back. I want an endless summer vacation. A stupendous hang with friends who are more like family. Traveling to new places we’ll explore our small town and beyond without a care. Together indulging in a joyride that ends asleep on the beach. We build bonds that time will never sever throwing memories to eternally burn alive in a bonfire. Waking halfway to Orlando the land of magic and dreams, we snack on whatever is leftover from the night before. Soul fed on the music of Key West we sleep soundly until we do it all again in the heat of October. Sunshine state hijinks; Burnt calendar doesn’t stop elevated heat.