There is something about summer that I am having a very difficult time finding words for. I just don’t know how to describe what this season of the year brings with it. I think somewhere between the extended hours of sunlight that bring afternoon freedom and the warm (or scorching hot) days with the sun shining (or burning) down is where this inexplicable feeling lives.
I don’t know what it is about summer. All I know is that I love it – even as an adult. As kids we love summer for obvious reasons: no school, no responsibilities. But when we grow up and get jobs and have to work year-round (except for when we go on vacation) the weeks, the months, and the seasons all seem to run together.
Not here – I look forward to summer the minute it starts getting cold. And when summer finally gets here I enjoy every single minute of it. Is it hot? Yeah – 108 degree heat index (as I type this). Is it muggy? Yeah – 65% humidity.
Is this feeling happiness? Is it freedom? Is it serenity? Maybe it is a strange longing to be out in the sun, enjoying the warm weather every minute possible. Who knows.
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I LOVE IT TOO! My husband hates it! I guess that's because he if from the mountains of N.C.
I feel ya! Something about summer just makes me want to be outside with all my best friends, drinking a beer and relaxing :) There is nothing better than summertime!
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