Writing Challenge

About a season

First, I have to break the rules : I don't have a favorite season. All the seasons have their pros or cons. I only have a favorite season mood.

Endless, starry, warm, brights summer nights.

Hanging outside on summer, alone, with music in my ears, and nothing in my head to worry about has to be the BEST feeling I've ever felt in my own life. When you are looking trough starry skies, between the shooting stars, the twinkling one, through the invaluable beauty of this endless universe where we belong, you can't be worried. You just have to look and be amazed. Summer nights are warm, but no suffocating. Bright but not dazzling.

 For those who lives in a crowded and stifling city, I swear, please, take the opportunity to go to see the sky in a place with no light pollution, with no one in fact. And you'll learn to know the wealth to see the world in his most beautiful light.

But I don't only love the look of summer nights. I love their smell to. I could even not explain how it's like, you only have to trust me and try. It's a smell of liberty, of immensity, tranquility, a feeling that gives goosebumps, a bit like when we were children and we discovered the sea, when we are adults and we discover a real blue and silver night, we feel blessed and calm , and we want it to last a lifetime.

And then, when the amazingness of the aesthetic is over, you can start to drown in the void that all this space represents, the Milky Way, the galaxies, having this so special, but so good little flutter in the stomach, the butterflies and this feeling of absence of gravity.

Just lay there and embrace the night.

The endless, starry, warm, summer night.

But be careful: the day always comes back.