I like summer.
There’s something about it that’s open, inviting, and free in a way that only open windows and clear blue skies and tiny black birds know about. The world only looks this way three months out of the year, and you only feel so invincible and brave for three months out of twelve because the other nine are spent yearning and working and rapidly moving. We spend so much time building during the year, but here you can just be. Under the summer haze, there are books to read and music to play, photographs to take and conversations to have. Summer is the definition of endless possibility. There’s magic in waking up on a sunny summer morning to a no-plan, no-pressure day of unknown adventure. You could discover something or do something or see something that could change your life forever, and that’s worth waking up for. Summer reminds us why we are alive. The unknown, the chance to have an adventure, the ability to be someone different when you fall asleep at night than you were when you woke up––it’s all burning inside, hotter than the hottest day of the year. Summer is a safe place where we can be and become anything. Something about summer causes us to see and experience in a way that changes us. And we need change. We need it because otherwise, our busy normal lives wouldn’t continually be new and exciting every time the pools close and the air turns cold. I think we need summer because it takes away monotony and makes life happen. I like summer a lot.