Some people think of summer as this sassy thing that gives you an excuse to be loud and publically drunk, smoke cigarettes in the middle of the sidewalk and wear next to nothing whilst hanging out dancing, drinking, freaking out, shopping, mingling, joking and smoking pot in their spare time. Others think of summer as this kind of peaceful relaxing time that feels so right because there’s simply nothing to do and that to them, is an amazing feeling.
I like both.
There’s just something about summer; the lovely feeling of sitting on the grass when it’s just getting dark (at around 11 pm no less)… waking up on a Sunday and realizing you actually don’t have a thing in the world to do so you decide to lay in bed just a little bit longer while the sun shines blithely through the window… wondering what concert/play/show/festival is coming up soon so you can scope it out (and eat ice cream while you’re there)… watching fireworks while wearing patriotic colours; it’s not the patriotism you care about, it’s the heat and the colour exploding, cutting perforated little darts in the black sky… watching tacky television shows and drinking iced tea… staying out until 4am when it’s already starting to get light out, drinking and partying and chatting blearily with your best friends…
This summer is already fantastic. And I look forward to even more blissful days.