Summer

When I hear summer, I think, home.

When I think summer, I relate to being in the truck, windows down, hair in the wind.

When I see summer, I see winking against the sun through my sunglasses in a tank top.

When I feel summer, I feel the blistering sun, bright and energetic, urging me to get up and run free.

When I remember summer, I remember lazy days on the porch, playing at the lake, getting thrown in the water, reading or drawing in my hammock.

When I want summer, I ache for the seasons to change, to feel free again and remember how much summer means to me.

When I need summer, I look through my best memories to remind myself summer will be here again, soon.

Summer, when life erupts into a glorious sky.