I have always loved summer, especially as a little kid. How can you not love months off from school and endless days at the neighborhood pool? It was perfect. Then, in my college years, summer was just another semester or two of school only with the addition of 100 degree temperatures. I quickly began to dread the months of June, July, and August.
But something has changed as I’ve gotten older. Now that I’m back from New York, I’ve begun to appreciate the heat and the lazy summer days again. Maybe this has something to do with the fact that I’m unemployed and therefore not stressing about work, but that’s okay. I overhear people complaining and wishing it would be fall already… I disagree. I am loving summer this year.
Summertime in Texas means hours of sunshine and days weeks without rain. It means lounging at the pool with a drink in hand. It means another school year is complete as the anticipation for the following year grows stronger. It means hours of reading on the couch and many afternoons cooling off at the local movie theater. It means new freckles appearing on my fingers and the tops of my knees. It means slow mornings filled with quiet time. It means iced coffee and ice cream cones. It means bright blue skies without a cloud in sight. It means Saturday morning hikes on the nature trail and listening to the birds sing. It means evenings at outdoor concerts with friends and a chilled Dos Equis, or two. It means discovering new music to blast as you drive down the highway. It means neighborhood barbecues and unlimited conversation.
Summer is now my time to recharge. It is my time to sit back and enjoy what I’ve been missing. Summer is what I’ve been needing.
What does summer mean to you?