It’s funny the way summer changes things.
I don’t just mean environmentally. It also changes the way we think (or at least, the way I think).
Summer makes me more adventurous; I want to drive new places, hike, ride my bike, wear less clothes, feel my bare feet sink into the sand, dirt, grass, mud. It also makes me more content with the simple things; like sipping lemonade (or gin!) on the back porch in the afternoon sun.
There’s something about the air; it’s warm (most of the time) and sweet and everything just seems so much more alive. Suddenly I notice my surroundings more, the endless blooming in nature, the shock of cold river water on my sun-kissed skin, the way the wind feels in my hair when I drive with the window rolled down.
Things have been so crazy over here lately, with all the planning and do-ing for our future wedding (and move). It’s been hard to slow down.
Still, I woke up this morning with a feeling of gratitude for the new day and optimism for what is to come.
A bbq; a midday walk; the sweetest smelling bouquet of flowers, gathered by a farmer’s granddaughter, purchased at last saturdays’ market.
Small moments, that become so meaningful.
To me, that is summer.