There’s something about being in the summer that is absolutely wonderful. The sun, the blue skies, the warm temperatures--
I am definitely happier during the summer.
Maybe it’s something about the actual season itself. There are so many flowers flourishing during the summertime, and the trees are so green. Water seems to glimmer under summer suns and I can’t help but enjoy the amount of wildlife being more present in my everyday life-- even the geese, funny enough.
Or maybe it’s because of what happens during the summer. Not only is it summer season, it’s pool season and barbeque season. It’s fireworks season and tank top season. It’s barefeet season and camp out under the stars season. It’s summer jobs season and stay-up-late season and it’s the best time for a brief romance.
No stress, no mess, all of the time to destress.
Although I am excited for the fall weather-- it’ll be nice to wear sweatshirts and not sweat, or jeans and not be afraid of trying to peel them off at the end of the day-- I will miss the summer. I’ll miss its memories and its implications.
So farewell, summer. It was good while it lasted.
I can’t wait to see you again, next June. Don’t forget about me while you’re gone.