As the summer nears, I feel a little jump in my heart. It’s the good anxiety you get when you’re
waiting for something coming. It feels
like it might be big. I always wait for
something to happen and I feel it more around the summertime. And after the hot sun and cool breezes make
their grand entrance, I can begin to breathe again. I want to let my skin soak it in. I want it to stay on my body forever. I’m in love with the relaxing, happily lazy
notion of a carefree mindset that takes over when there are no clouds hanging
overhead. The endless blue of sky that
keeps the smile on your face in place. Unhinged
and peeking seams showing bareness at its most vulnerable to the possibilities
of a new love. The smell of the ocean
tickling nose hairs that puts everything to ease.
The inspiration of summer beauty and comfort breathes life
into my fingers creating words across the once empty page; the very page I once
thought of as a brick wall I couldn’t climb.
I hate using the word flow, but I’m appreciative of the ever changing of
the tides in my mind. I want to wrap my
arms around summer and hold it close to me like a security blanket for
reassurance that things could be this content.
To breathe in deep and exhale without rush is even more comforting to
know that there’s something coming. No matter
what it is, I’ll do my best to enjoy every single second of it as summer, in
all of its pomp and circumstance, comes rushing in to greet us. In summer, I feel at home and I can proudly sparkle in my summer skin.
