It’s freedom.
It’s being in the absence of fluorescent lighting, standard issue everything and hours of lecture.
It’s being able to explore, express, exist what and where you want.
It’s listening to those songs best served on a sunny day. Especially ones that make you sing along, preferably with 4 other people in the car.
It’s really hearing it all. The wind, while you’re lying on your deck. The waves while you’re sitting on the sand. The passionate, ridiculous laughter of your best friends.
It’s drinking a cold beer on a hot July night.
It’s the taste of chlorine.
It’s squinting from all the sunshine, and putting on your favourite sunglasses.
It’s seeing tanlines and freckles and taking in all the magnificent beauty.
It’s that feeling you get, maybe in September when the weather starts to change, maybe in February when you think back - that it was really perfect. And it’ll be perfect, again and again, those divine months. That time where there seems to be a little magic in everything, a little nostalgia, a beautiful sweetness and purity.
It’s when we realize our potential. Our true, honest-to-God potential. Our true selves. Our power and beauty. It’s youth. It’s summer.
