I sighed and collapsed backwards onto the grassy field, crushing a few flowers as I landed. The sky above was a pretty azure, spotted with a handful of dusty white clouds. It was really a perfect day. I only wished I had someone to share it with.
Summers laugh and splash. They come alive on and in water. They are filled with family, friends, good food, and skis. Wilsons, LaVallees, Jameses, Tuts, Thomases, Sledges, … People who passed through my life for years, and it was years ago – never forgotten & always remembered with great affection. Acceptance, annoyance, risk, navigation…socially, physically, mentally, emotionally… The years of great social angst – my safe place. Time to figure it out…safe from the peer pressures of fellow insecure kids. My escape from cruelty…thank you Mom and Dad for giving me this place and allowing me to grow in unusual ways.
It’s far too hot, but the sunlight is lovely, and the days are long, and you can go outside and not worry about the cold.
I was sitting on a swing and waiting for my best friend. He was a good friend, and I’ve lived in the same neighborhood as him my whole life. I think I love him.
I swung back and forth, enjoying the sunset and the breeze and the sound of the trees rustling.
the antidote to this miserable inky black winter and the soul crushing distance from the sun like the north star and the absence and distance that tore at his soul
Summer… what can I say. So many good times, so much good company. Endless nights being on the phone, until I drifted to sleep and my phone died. Trips to visit friends and by friends to visit me. Carefree bliss is as rare as it is precious.
the best and worst times of my life…my childhood was marked by summers. falling in love..summer camp…learning to drive…crashing my car….first kiss…everything seemed to happen when the days got longer and the nights were hotter and there was nowhere to go but around and around.
As she stand’s on the cliffs over looking the Pacific Ocean Lilia is overwhelmed how lucky she is to be able to stay with her Aunt for the Summer instead in a Mobil
home back with her dad who works all the time and doesn’t even notice when she
is around.
I have written about summer and this makes me long for it. I want to wear skirts and skip through fields and have allergic reactions to it. I want to live off antihistamines and get bleary eyes, and feed ducks, and play on the beach of my hometown. That is summer for little old me.
Summer is when everybody has fun. Nobody’s brain works properly and everyone wants to go swimming. They want to be with friends and walk in the park or have barbeques and icy drinks. Bare, pale legs come out and blind you with their whiteness.
Summer is a time of freedom. It brings me to an event that I feel like, while I am someone else and most myself. That feeling of being able to do anything and be anything, to act on desire, want, need.
happy time. such a hot sun blazing overhead. my pale skin gleams. hahs.
i like the time off of school. this summer will be the first time that i’ll be in college and go home for the summer but return back to SF in the fall. i do like the heat.
laughing, tree’s green, cultus lake with lauren, so innocent, fun, happy …not a care in the world. untouched, clean and pure with so much wonder. so much heart. never thought about dying. always free, always smiling. i loved to live when the sun is out.
It was summer, and he held my hand as we drove. We didn’t know where we were going. All we had was the dusk, the sunset, and a wicked little puppy in the back. And if we were to run away, we’d have to get rid of that puppy. We couldn’t afford to take care of him. But he was the least of our problems. It was us, this ugly truck, and summer.
Last summer was probably one of the most memorable. If I could relive one time period in my life it would be that summer. I miss the endless nights of giggling, running around egging cars, and causing mischief. I got the chance to meet and create relationships with the most inspiring people. Most of all, I miss the warmth and the beach. Winter is killing me right now. I want to be able to watch the sunset on the beach without losing all of my toes. Summer, get here faster.
There’s something so beautiful about a summer day yet so ordinary. I never knew a summer I didn’t love yet sweat over. A little sweat never hurt anyone, but a lot of sweat can make you pant. The summer that’s coming doesn’t need my go-ahead. But I’ll give it to you. My summer, I mean. Go ahead.
its the time where i love to be outside. the only time. because i hate driving in the winter. i just started driving (im 18) and my first car accident was in the winter.
All the snow makes me wish for spring
In spring, the humidity makes me wish for the dry heat of summer.
In summer, all the heat leaves me excited and wishing for fall.
I think somewhere between the sweat and the sinking feeling of being alone, I found him. We were just kids then, and all I remember are skinned knees and the feeling of the sun on my face. Right around the time we started holding hands was the time I stopped tanning, and just started burning.
What do I say, now, in the winter? Can I remember the good times? The smiles? The laughter?
summer. used to be something that didn’t mean much to me. i remember people always yearning for the summer but i didn’t quite understand. until last summer, and now i yearn for the memories of the lazy summer days of caro street, new friends, old friends, flip cup in the street and beautiful moments that lasted days, but will live in my memory forever. herbies, greyhound, 23, sonic, love, hate tears, margaritas, laughter, sweat, water balloons, sunday, trivia, neighbors, dirt road, campus, hills, cells, fenwick, cartwheels, love.
Summer is a time of relaxation. Summer is a time to go to the beach and have fun. Summer is time to fall carelessly in love. Summer is a time to not give a fuck about anything. Summer is a time to get fucked up. Summer is time for yourself. Summer is a time of leaving. Summer is a time of anticipation. Summer is whatever you want it to be, its yours.
calvary camp. sun sets. sleep ins. no school. free time. sun. tan. beach. freedom. warmth. chapel. campfire. relaxed. campers. swimming. beer. star gazing. peter. get on the bus. C-A-L-V-A-R-Y.
It wasn’t easy to know where– or when– she was. Despite the fact that outside the enchanted woods it was snowing, chilly, and dead, inside the wood was this wonderland of green, of birds singing gaily and flowers blooming. Most importantly, there was no ice– and she eagerly shed her coat as she stepped further into the mystical glade.
The heat was tremendous that summer. We could barely breathe when we walked out to the sidewalks. Sprinklers wet the pavement with hot water. It did nothing to alleviate the weight of the sun.
Glorious, makes me feel so happy to be on this field with this blissful music floating to my ears, i feel at one…one with nature. i am in love, in love with summer.
The sprinkler sprayed me and quenching my dry skin, just as the ice cold lemonade quenched my tongue: in taste, in hydration, and in the spirit of summer.
i love summer. not just becasue of summer vacations back when i was a kid but becasue its warm. so i guess its not that i like summer so much its that i dont like winter. I really just dont like being cold.
summer is when the sun shines a little bit on gloomy seattle.
summer is when all my troubles seem far away.
summer is marching on the streets of the city.
pizza.
and gelato.
and friends.
i miss the friends of this past summer. i miss the times we shared.
have we grown apart?
likely
yes.
i believe so.
Summer to most is warm and filled with bubbling poolside laughter but to me it’s a time of darkness. Months spent in solitude punctuated only by sweltering heat. To me, summer is a synonym for torture. My heart always years for the cool relief of fall and human interaction.
Summer. It’s when everything seems possible. It’s when everything’s bright and shiny. It’s when there’s so much light, you can believe in the positive, the good. You can almost feel yourself beginning to believe in hope again.
This summer i’ll know where i’m going to college this summer i’ll know IF i’m i’m going to college. what if i don’t? panic panic panic panic panic. I dread and am consumed with desire to be there
Summer is a great word. Especially in the dead of winter, the thought of summer can bring a smile to your face. remember the beach, the late night walks, the early morning bike rides. Summer is the best; it brings the best memories!
Summer is the best. It reminds me of sunshine, flipflops, and shrots. You can wear your hair n a ponytail all day and o one would care. The sun on your face and the sound of sandals flopping on the ground is inevitable.
Summer is when i go home to my people. It’s what i look forward to all year. The anticipation of it, the counting down the days to it; it’s the best thing ever. It’s quite simply, the most awaited part of my year.
The happy green leaves.
The smiles of the children on the beach.
The sun, the sand, the waves, and the bikinis.
Forbidden love.
No School.
Tanning and sunburns.
Best friends.
My birthday.
That is what Summer is to me. Absolutely.
Forever.
I sighed and collapsed backwards onto the grassy field, crushing a few flowers as I landed. The sky above was a pretty azure, spotted with a handful of dusty white clouds. It was really a perfect day. I only wished I had someone to share it with.
Summers laugh and splash. They come alive on and in water. They are filled with family, friends, good food, and skis. Wilsons, LaVallees, Jameses, Tuts, Thomases, Sledges, … People who passed through my life for years, and it was years ago – never forgotten & always remembered with great affection. Acceptance, annoyance, risk, navigation…socially, physically, mentally, emotionally… The years of great social angst – my safe place. Time to figure it out…safe from the peer pressures of fellow insecure kids. My escape from cruelty…thank you Mom and Dad for giving me this place and allowing me to grow in unusual ways.
Summertime is beautiful.
It’s far too hot, but the sunlight is lovely, and the days are long, and you can go outside and not worry about the cold.
I was sitting on a swing and waiting for my best friend. He was a good friend, and I’ve lived in the same neighborhood as him my whole life. I think I love him.
I swung back and forth, enjoying the sunset and the breeze and the sound of the trees rustling.
He didn’t come.
I waited for hours.
I never saw him again.
the antidote to this miserable inky black winter and the soul crushing distance from the sun like the north star and the absence and distance that tore at his soul
hot sidewalks, bright sun, on the beach. Get a job. I want vacation. I only think of us as friends.
Summer… what can I say. So many good times, so much good company. Endless nights being on the phone, until I drifted to sleep and my phone died. Trips to visit friends and by friends to visit me. Carefree bliss is as rare as it is precious.
the best and worst times of my life…my childhood was marked by summers. falling in love..summer camp…learning to drive…crashing my car….first kiss…everything seemed to happen when the days got longer and the nights were hotter and there was nowhere to go but around and around.
As she stand’s on the cliffs over looking the Pacific Ocean Lilia is overwhelmed how lucky she is to be able to stay with her Aunt for the Summer instead in a Mobil
home back with her dad who works all the time and doesn’t even notice when she
is around.
Summer is, and always will be, the worst time of year. The heat thats inescapable. The fashion and the family.
Not to say I love my family, I do, but they can get unbearable.
Australian Summer is the worst.
the summer was like a bead of seat rolling lazily down your back. children playing on sidewalks hot as fried eggs
I have written about summer and this makes me long for it. I want to wear skirts and skip through fields and have allergic reactions to it. I want to live off antihistamines and get bleary eyes, and feed ducks, and play on the beach of my hometown. That is summer for little old me.
Summer is when everybody has fun. Nobody’s brain works properly and everyone wants to go swimming. They want to be with friends and walk in the park or have barbeques and icy drinks. Bare, pale legs come out and blind you with their whiteness.
Summer is a time of freedom. It brings me to an event that I feel like, while I am someone else and most myself. That feeling of being able to do anything and be anything, to act on desire, want, need.
happy time. such a hot sun blazing overhead. my pale skin gleams. hahs.
i like the time off of school. this summer will be the first time that i’ll be in college and go home for the summer but return back to SF in the fall. i do like the heat.
laughing, tree’s green, cultus lake with lauren, so innocent, fun, happy …not a care in the world. untouched, clean and pure with so much wonder. so much heart. never thought about dying. always free, always smiling. i loved to live when the sun is out.
It was summer, and he held my hand as we drove. We didn’t know where we were going. All we had was the dusk, the sunset, and a wicked little puppy in the back. And if we were to run away, we’d have to get rid of that puppy. We couldn’t afford to take care of him. But he was the least of our problems. It was us, this ugly truck, and summer.
Last summer was probably one of the most memorable. If I could relive one time period in my life it would be that summer. I miss the endless nights of giggling, running around egging cars, and causing mischief. I got the chance to meet and create relationships with the most inspiring people. Most of all, I miss the warmth and the beach. Winter is killing me right now. I want to be able to watch the sunset on the beach without losing all of my toes. Summer, get here faster.
There’s something so beautiful about a summer day yet so ordinary. I never knew a summer I didn’t love yet sweat over. A little sweat never hurt anyone, but a lot of sweat can make you pant. The summer that’s coming doesn’t need my go-ahead. But I’ll give it to you. My summer, I mean. Go ahead.
its the time where i love to be outside. the only time. because i hate driving in the winter. i just started driving (im 18) and my first car accident was in the winter.
All the snow makes me wish for spring
In spring, the humidity makes me wish for the dry heat of summer.
In summer, all the heat leaves me excited and wishing for fall.
I love fall.
But then she snow comes.
I think somewhere between the sweat and the sinking feeling of being alone, I found him. We were just kids then, and all I remember are skinned knees and the feeling of the sun on my face. Right around the time we started holding hands was the time I stopped tanning, and just started burning.
What do I say, now, in the winter? Can I remember the good times? The smiles? The laughter?
The feeling that I WASN’T going to be alone?
Another year will tell.
summer. used to be something that didn’t mean much to me. i remember people always yearning for the summer but i didn’t quite understand. until last summer, and now i yearn for the memories of the lazy summer days of caro street, new friends, old friends, flip cup in the street and beautiful moments that lasted days, but will live in my memory forever. herbies, greyhound, 23, sonic, love, hate tears, margaritas, laughter, sweat, water balloons, sunday, trivia, neighbors, dirt road, campus, hills, cells, fenwick, cartwheels, love.
Summer is a time of relaxation. Summer is a time to go to the beach and have fun. Summer is time to fall carelessly in love. Summer is a time to not give a fuck about anything. Summer is a time to get fucked up. Summer is time for yourself. Summer is a time of leaving. Summer is a time of anticipation. Summer is whatever you want it to be, its yours.
calvary camp. sun sets. sleep ins. no school. free time. sun. tan. beach. freedom. warmth. chapel. campfire. relaxed. campers. swimming. beer. star gazing. peter. get on the bus. C-A-L-V-A-R-Y.
It wasn’t easy to know where– or when– she was. Despite the fact that outside the enchanted woods it was snowing, chilly, and dead, inside the wood was this wonderland of green, of birds singing gaily and flowers blooming. Most importantly, there was no ice– and she eagerly shed her coat as she stepped further into the mystical glade.
The heat was tremendous that summer. We could barely breathe when we walked out to the sidewalks. Sprinklers wet the pavement with hot water. It did nothing to alleviate the weight of the sun.
summer job sweat popsicle sun screen sand sunglasses flip flops chlorine camping girl scout camp s’mores campfire citronella spooky story suncatcher hot dogs
Glorious, makes me feel so happy to be on this field with this blissful music floating to my ears, i feel at one…one with nature. i am in love, in love with summer.
Summer is:
Flip-flops
Ice-cream
Tank tops
Tag team
Soda pops
The scene
The sprinkler sprayed me and quenching my dry skin, just as the ice cold lemonade quenched my tongue: in taste, in hydration, and in the spirit of summer.
i love summer. not just becasue of summer vacations back when i was a kid but becasue its warm. so i guess its not that i like summer so much its that i dont like winter. I really just dont like being cold.
summer is when the sun shines a little bit on gloomy seattle.
summer is when all my troubles seem far away.
summer is marching on the streets of the city.
pizza.
and gelato.
and friends.
i miss the friends of this past summer. i miss the times we shared.
have we grown apart?
likely
yes.
i believe so.
Summer to most is warm and filled with bubbling poolside laughter but to me it’s a time of darkness. Months spent in solitude punctuated only by sweltering heat. To me, summer is a synonym for torture. My heart always years for the cool relief of fall and human interaction.
Early sun rise, long warm days, birds outside, BBQ and women in bikinis
Summer. It’s when everything seems possible. It’s when everything’s bright and shiny. It’s when there’s so much light, you can believe in the positive, the good. You can almost feel yourself beginning to believe in hope again.
This summer i’ll know where i’m going to college this summer i’ll know IF i’m i’m going to college. what if i don’t? panic panic panic panic panic. I dread and am consumed with desire to be there
Summer is a great word. Especially in the dead of winter, the thought of summer can bring a smile to your face. remember the beach, the late night walks, the early morning bike rides. Summer is the best; it brings the best memories!
Summer is the best. It reminds me of sunshine, flipflops, and shrots. You can wear your hair n a ponytail all day and o one would care. The sun on your face and the sound of sandals flopping on the ground is inevitable.
Summer is when i go home to my people. It’s what i look forward to all year. The anticipation of it, the counting down the days to it; it’s the best thing ever. It’s quite simply, the most awaited part of my year.