Every year, I try to get a tight hold on summer, remembering how quickly it faded the year before. I always foolishly think I can hold it close and never let go. I try not to let it out of my sight for a second. But no matter how hard I try, it slips. Time does not slow its pace, but I am not convinced that it stays the same either. Father Time must be playing tricks on us.
From June, the prime of summer, to July, the heart of summer, to August, the summer finale…. it’s all but a dream.
June, my very favorite, has come and gone. I spent 4 weeks in a classroom and behind books, which certainly does not help the situation.
July will leave as quickly as it came. Yet I am determined to soak up every ray of sunshine.
Maybe I try too hard?
I am pretty sure I have the extreme version of SAD (seasonal affective disorder) because the thought of any season other than spring or summer makes me want to … relocate my life to the Caribbean and never look back.
Now that I have that off my chest…
What is it that makes summer so heavenly?
It appeals to every sense.
The sight of….
The smell of….
and a day at the pool (chlorine + sunscreen).
The taste of….
The feel of….
The wind while riding my bike
and the Warm Sunshine.
The sound of…
The birds and bees. (Not like that!)
There’s much more to name, so we’ll call this Part I.
Tell me, what tickles your senses during the summertime?