In summer, I eat lighter and play longer. I use cucumber face wash in the
morning. I wear SPF 45 and Dr. Pepper chapstick. I wear lace tanktops and
cheap flipflops. I’ll steam an artichoke and eat the heart with lemon. I buy
raspberries from the farmers’ market on Sunday. I sport sunglasses that are
too large for my cheekbones and drink cherry beer on a rooftop bar. I hike
the flatirons and visit the flamingos at the zoo. I spring from the diving
board with confidence.
I’ll go canoeing, lie back, and let cloud patterns form above me. I sink bare
toes into newly cut grass. I’ll perform underwater summersaults and let the
chlorine linger in my braid. I treasure picnics and campsites by the river. I
covet beach towels, fragments of seashells, eating slices of pear off of the
knife. I kick my feet up onto the balcony chairs and earn my favorite
freckles.
Summer is not a season – it’s a state of being.
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