I feel like I’m swimming in summer right now. Drunk on summer. And I don’t want to stop consuming it. I almost can’t stop consuming it.
I’m like an up-all-night addict of outdoor evenings under the pecan trees…evenings when the air feels like those intense hand drying machines that blow your skin into weird desert-like patterns at the movie theatre. When you go see a summer movie. And order the big Coke Zero, or whatever 102 oz plastic condensating behemoth that you almost can’t even hold in one hand.
I’m that, but for summer.
I’m almost already mourning the loss of it and it’s not even half way through. I want to drink it up like a greedy milkshake drinking crazy person. It might be the heat, but I think it’s the magic of summer.
And the abracadabra, alakazam, hocus pocus, boom.