Dear Summer,
Whenever the end of August comes around, I know what's about to happen. And, although it has happened 22 times in my life, and will continue on for the entirety of it, it doesn't make it any easier. It seems as though our three months together go by quicker and quicker each year. I would love for time to slow down. Sadly, you must leave to make room for fall, but, between you and I, I like you better. Fall has some great qualities, but summer, you have my heart.
Although my bucket lists are never completed during June, July and August, I do my best to have as much fun as possible while you are around. However, there are always adventures that remain unknown, places left unseen, and fun left unlived. As I get older, my responsibilities get in the way of all the fun I could be having, but I try to make the most our short three months together. I've learned life is about a solid balance of work and play. But when you're here, I try to amp up the play.
Thank you for providing me with spontaneous opportunities and endless possibilities of things to do. It's always the last minute plans that end up becoming my most favorite memories.
I'm sad you're taking with you the lazy lake days, the 80 degree weather, outdoor concerts, music festivals and the sense of a carefree atmosphere that fills me with bliss and serenity. Being able to walk outside barefoot, throwing on a bathing suit and getting sun-kissed, taking strolls through my neighborhood and eating food fresh off the grill are enough for me to beg you not to leave. But, even though our breakup is rough, I know we'll always meet again. In the midst of an endless snow fall and below freezing temps, I think of you and count down the days until you'll be back.
When you go, you'll take with you the tranquil, relaxing pool days and porch sittings, the frantic eating of ice cream as it melts twice as fast as we can lick, sunsets and sunrises that are painted with such distinct, exquisite colors that I forget to breath for a second, and the hot and hazy bonfires that blow smoke into every stitch of our clothing.
Everything good that you bring to me, you must also take away. I'll see you again in June, Summer. Thanks for giving me another three months of wonderful memories, bronzed skin and a free and easy spirit. I'll always be sad when you leave, but I know you'll be back. But for now, as Lana Del Ray would say, I've got that summertime sadness.
