Light, summer days in a hurry, wanting to leave as soon as they came. Red, sore hands, warm to the touch from repeated highfives at an alarming force. Pain just for fun. Eyes wet from laughter and the sore palms, jokes carried from grin to grin. Yeah, we're a bit sick, we're a bit psycho, but they love us all the same. Flash forward and we have dripping wet hair tinged green from the chemicals. We're laughing again- noses burning from misused breaths, the heavy scent of chlorine and SPF 70 flowing through them. Bare feet dance along the afternoon and limbs are swinging along, to a careless beat silent to the ears but evident in the glowing sun and the footprints left on the cement. Another jump and all is calm. We're tired, lazily looking up into the branches of an oak tree through our lashes, free from makeup because we all know well that any mascara from before has long melted off. The refreshing breeze ruffles our hair, sending our skin alight with the tingling feel of the taste of mint gum and the biting cold of a melting popsicle. Half-lidded silence with shaky breaths and light laughter, the calm after a busy afternoon. We fall asleep in the branches of the evening with soft grass between our toes and our fingers intertwined, we wake up to the stars blanketing us and shivering shoulders. We huddle in the cold, a nice chilled breeze covering us as we drift off again, into another golden morning. To a place where we don't have to say goodbye to summer
