The only time I can't smell summer is in winter.Then I realized, I always smell summer, even though it's hardly a favorite season of mine. In spring, you smell the summer heat riding in the wind with flower buds and tree pollen. In the fall, the summer air turns heavy with crisp apple and pumpkin and leafy undertones, leaving you with fleeting nostalgia. And in summer, the sweet aroma of a lazy day just lingers everywhere. But in winter, all of that is gone. You can miss the sunshine, even get a whiff of autumn from the leftover leaf piles long after Halloween. I guess I was never a summer person because I was born in February, devoid of summertime joys. Even though I come off bitter about rising temperatures and scathing sunburns, I always turn a corner to grin at the sweet summer breeze. Even in the most humid of Long Island summers.
I do like summer a lot, I've come to understand. I've used the word "sweet" a lot to describe it, but that's the only word that really comes to mind. Sweetness in the air after and before the big pollen spells, sweetness in the cool drinks with too much ice, sweetness in the warm sunlight. My favorite part of summer is probably the sky and clouds. The clouds here are big and puffy, towering billows of white, far away. Even thunderstorms in summer are full of excitement, not like the frightening ones in other seasons. The electricity saturates the air, I think. I love summer storms. To me, the perfect weather, though, is one of those warm sunny days with just enough constant breeze to keep you cool and content. Those aren't the best days for swimming, but they're the best for driving or riding around, even just sitting on plush grass under a tree. The best swimming weather is sweltering heat, but not humid, just hot. The water cools you and you aren't too cold when you get out.
For some reason I've just been thinking of this all day, even the last few days. I like summer. It's carefree and relaxing, usually. As tired and anxious as I've been, I am having a pretty good time. Such a good time that my journals have turned sappy and poetic, even when I feel quite the opposite.
Sunny Mood
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it was pretty cool.
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