The season of melted blue Popsicle's.
The season of tank tops and short shorts.
The season of paddling against a wave and just getting pushed ashore.
The season of exploration and adventure.
I long for those humid days where getting ice cream would be routine.
The days where camping trips would be exciting instead of unpredictable.
Days that started with slipping on swimsuits and ended with the aftertaste of marshmallows.
Nights where if you weren't wearing bug spray you'd be eaten alive, but the itching was worth it.
Poking your head out of the top of the car and feeling the soft pitter-patter of rain on your face.
Watching rich, orange flames light up someone you treasure.
Bicycle wheels riding along the streets littered with people who burst with sweat.
Blankets lie neatly over the grass where stargazing was mandatory.
Stress free days of sitting in a comfortable chair and falling asleep.
Days where all candy bars would be frozen for sweaty days.
Bursts of colors lighting up the sky just to celebrate the warmth.
Sneakers that were covered in mud, the sun drying it out.
WE MISS YOU SUMMER!
By the way, this just made the craving worse.