Day Thirty-One; Fourth of July, finally. My favorite holiday if I had to choose one, I could roam the streets all night pulling the most memorable smells of summer deep into my being, feeling it mix with my bloodstream and dancing with all the shadows that shake in the sound waves. A dream of mine always comes true on fourth of July, it always means a lot to me.

Day Thirty-One; Fourth of July, finally. My favorite holiday if I had to choose one, I could roam the streets all night pulling the most memorable smells of summer deep into my being, feeling it mix with my bloodstream and dancing with all the shadows that shake in the sound waves. A dream of mine always comes true on fourth of July, it always means a lot to me.