O summer air so thick and juicy
rattling around my lungs like some kind of wet bat,
My heart sings with every moist breath.
I wuv you Florida.

An Ode by Will Harrell

I’m in Sarasota in a motel.
Roaches, No shower and a kick ass pool area.
Bar connected to the hotel. Bartender is Dave. Everyone seems happy.

Tan coming in.

Will