Summer Break

Nothing compares to sweet summer. No school, no bells, no pencils and no worries. Days filled with gummy candy, nights started off with a cold beverage, early mornings kissed by sunlight and birdsong.

The whole year leads to this, and it is before this and after this by which the year is measured. September is the January in fashion, and June, July and August are the holy trinity in life. So much heat, so much change, so much swimming, so much rebirth.

I hope these hot days that turn into cool nights provide many an opportunity for crew neck sweatshirts and shorts. I hope the coffee stays strong and the winds light. And I hope I get to see you, sweet, sweet you, even if it is only as I smile at my own reflection in your mirrored sunnies.