Summer has always been sacred to me. It's definitely my favorite time of year, with bountiful sunshine, sparkling blue pools, float trips, and delicious midday heat. My most precious childhood memories are of summers spent with friends and family, devouring ice pops, barbecuing in the backyard, and watching fireworks explode in the night sky. Even now, I wish I could relive those memories, but so much has changed. Summer doesn't quite hold the same wonder or freedom it used to for me, but it still holds a place in my heart, screaming out, begging to be savored.
Today's the official start of summer. The longest day of the year. Call me a pessimist, but it's like I can already feel the chill of fall closing in on me.
From here on out, the days just keep getting shorter. It's one of those things that's always been quite depressing for me. In the back of my mind, I know there's still plenty of summertime left, but I know that it's going to fly by.
The summer solstice is like the top of a rollercoaster to me. Sure, there's still some twists and turns and fun to be had, but the dreaded slowdown and halt is in view.
From here on out, the days just keep getting shorter. It's one of those things that's always been quite depressing for me. In the back of my mind, I know there's still plenty of summertime left, but I know that it's going to fly by.
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