Summer.
I remember when I was a child I really loved this season.
I can explore and play with my friends without fear that it will rain and make our parents forbid us to go outside. Summer is my season!
But then, I grew up.
Teenage years. Years of falling in love and broken heart. Summer's too bright and unempathetic and childish. Rainy season fits perfectly. The gray clouds and the raindrops symbolize a romantic and at the same time melancholy atmosphere which is exactly portrays my heart. Rainy season is like a blanket for my teenage love.
And now, I think I'm mature enough to wisely enjoy every season in this country.
Actually, I'm starting to re-realize that summer is that good. The vibes, the gentle breeze, the blue skies, the kites, the ice cubes clinking against the drinking glass, I love it all. Before I knew it, this season had created a new perspective in my heart and mind. I felt like I was purified of these adult things and shits and allowed to reminisce and feel every moment when I was a child. Remembering all that has passed. Made me appreciate and accept myself so much more than I ever did before.
I know it sounds weird,
but I feel different.
It's like I can feel the good intentions of summer.
