Outcooled

The Floridian heat beat down on my back, it felt like the finest massage. Something that I needed, like the air and the water and the coldest beers. I felt the heat through my veins and my mentals, healing me, piecing me back together. Original immunotherapy. So, as I slowed in the sun, I had the opportunity to flex for the camera. Strike a pose, make the vegetation look good. Make a real attempt to secure Ponce de Leon's vision of the Fountain of Youth. I got the camera on timer mode, my empty beers are behind me and down the hatch. I wander to the front of Titi and Tio's property. As I settle in for my posturing among the tropicals, "Too cool for school" Isabella strolls on the scene with microwavable Mac n' Cheese in hand. She stood in the background of my photo shoot and took the cake. I like her vibe, her energy. Too cool. The tiny lizards, the Armadillos and the Gators found a moment to make way to her feet and wait for the golden glow macaroni scraps to fall from the master of flexin'.