i just realized this: none of our family was born in the summer. Funny, huh. Almost like these three long months of the year have no definition, no holidays, no social boundaries. The summer becomes a time of do-anything, feel-everything, a time when you know you can get in your car and drive to a city, waste a day swimming, or go to work and make some cash. Summer is limitless, with no "thing" that holds us back, unattached - it sits as always, a constant reminder.
Summer is that huge and stretching place beyond the gates; our rot iron gates, squealing when they're swung, keeping us safe- from wanderlust, summer's truth, no routine, travelling, dreams and futures, freedom just past those metal gates.
None of us were born there, all the more reason for its mystery.
A Moment in the Sun - a literary journey
2 years ago
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that's what i'm saying, that's what i'm saying! one more month of summer, and it's making me feel driven, desperate, wild, free, miserable, alive, shiny, nostalgic and wise...summer is the time everything is so so so alive that you can hardly stand it. that's why i need parties, rivers, music, flowers, farmer's markets, veggies, sunshine endless sunshine, sunburns, water water water water....taking it all in...never letting it go, even come september.
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