Summer. I love summer. The weather, the atmosphere, the freedom. It just has such a lovely feel to it. It can be energetic, it can be relaxed. It's just perfect.
We were lying on the field, side by side, hand in hand. My book was discarded next to me and your free hand was shielding your eyes from the sun. We'd been talking all afternoon and now were just relaxing in the gentle heat. It was peaceful, we hadn't done anything productive but that was just the way we liked it. There was no-one around, just us and the glowing sun. We lay there for what seemed like hours and then we rolled over to face each other. You grinned and reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I smiled as your eyes sparkled and then slowly you started to stand up. You pulled me up too and held me close in the melting sunlight. We looked into each others eyes and ever so gently our lips softly met. It wasn't passionate or full on, it was calm and sweet. You left shortly after and I watched you go. It was only a summer romance but it was a first kiss I would remember for the rest of my life.
