Something is coming.
Each night the sun decides to dance together a little longer. She arrives earlier in the morning, excited to spread her warmth over us. She knows we crave it so and she delights in our dance as we linger a little longer under her rays.
Something is coming.
It feels like bare feet gracefully stepping on large blades of grass colored in the most luscious color of green. It feels like farm fresh air grazing between your outspread fingers as you sway your hand outside your window to your favorite song. It feels like your favorite Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream melting off the cone and down between your fingers. It feels like warm sand that you move around with your feet as you pour yourself into a new novel. It feels like you’ve just woken up from an afternoon nap and have an entire evening ahead of you. It fees like possibility.
It smells like chlorinated pool water dripping of tan bodies laying on bright beach towels. It smells like burgers and hot dogs on your neighbors grill. It smells like fresh ocean air, opening your lungs and making your soul feel young. It smells like fresh rain on hot pavement. It smells like burning sparklers joyfully competing with fireflies to light up the night sky. It smells like suntan lotion that your brother has slapped half haphazardly on your back but you don’t mind, you have the whole day in the ocean ahead of you.
It tastes like juicy tomatoes freshly picked from the local farm. It tastes like salt water meeting your lips. It tastes like ice-cold cocktails giving you that day time buzz. It tastes like the purest and coldest water that you must gulp down after going for a long run. It tastes like bright red strawberries, juicy watermelon, and plump peaches that taste as good as candy.
It sounds like ice clinking in glasses brimmed with condensation. It sounds like gulls cawing over the crashing wave. It sounds like music blasting from car windows, decks, and lawns. It sounds like basketballs pounding, bat cracking, children shrieking, and skateboards rolling. It sounds like voices filling the warm night air as friends chat outside late into the night. It sounds like cicadas filling the night air, reminding us that even the dark can’t quiet the fun of the season.
Summer is coming. It really is. I couldn’t be more ready.