I'm missing the shorts & tank tops.
The car rides with the windows down & your hair blowing everywhere.
I'm missing the sweet smell of flowers springing up from the ground.
& the smell of freshly cut grass.
A summer where it all ended.
Weather it's good or bad, every summer has it's own story that you'll carry with you for many seasons to come.
Summers hold late night swims.
bonfires on the beach.
romance.
freedom from school.
opportunities to take chances.
roadtrips.
Within me tonight holds a love for summer that I'm trying to form into words, but not really knowing how to. Summers for me have always made me feel like a kid again, being back in Florida, eating Orange Blossom ice cream while wearing a orange mustache on my face & not having a care in the world. Just simply being a kid.
picking oranges off of our orange tree in our backyard & then jumping in our pool. Believe it or not, I use to be the tannest child you knew. I was a beautifully browned/tanned child...til about the age of 5, when my parents moved us from Florida & from then on I've been a ghost.
The first glimpse of summer is the best part to the entire season. The shorts being unpacked & school letting out. Summer jobs starting. Vacations taking place.
Summer.
a time for unexpected things to happen.
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