Summer.
As you all know, I am not as easily seduced by hot weather as most people. I don't particularly like feeling sticky, or sweaty, and I don't like wearing shorts. I certainly don't like sun burn, which is inevitable for me. I think there's a certain monotony to all-green leaves when compared to the vividness of autumn. But in the past couple of days, I can't help but be reminded of the magic of summer.
Summer gets my wheels turning. Summer is the time of year when I can go out and take photos of just about anything, and it turns out gorgeous. Because, oh, that sun!
Summer makes me drive places just for the heck of it, because I just want to sit and see it. Summer makes people start to buzz about things like camping trips, and long drives with windows down, and swimming pools. Summer is the time for big plans, and big spontaneity. Summer is full of the best check lists you can think of, with things like, "go to the drive in," "play beach volleyball," "have picnics," and so on. Summer means top-down convertibles, and ice cream, and sitting on balconies and patios till late, because the sun hasn't gone down yet, so who knows what time it is? Summer brings reading lists... the kind of books you read by the pool until the sun beating down makes you rest in between paragraphs.
This summer has started off right. With a wedding, that put a smile on my face that hasn't gone away since. With quality time with friends. With a break.
