reminiscing of the past summer

Reminiscing on the summer and the warmth.

Missing cropped clothing and sunkissed skin. And missing Ham and Chlo!! (Even if they just left)

Each summer I grow more eager to drink it up, like liquid contentment. I love all of the seasons, but unending sun is something so so special. I feel it makes it easier to process intention.

Maybe it’s the heat massaging deep into muscles tense from winter. Maybe it is the tradition of childhood. Of summer acting as a vessel for adventure and ease. Coming consistently and with the same eagerness as before. As always.

And maybe it is just because