It's the wind rushing in from the open window,
It's your face in the sunlight,
It's Anna Sun playing on an endless loop,
It's the wind in our hair while walking the rocky lake shore,
It's golden light bathing the hallway and the smell of chlorine,
It's the click of a camera in the woods,
The fairy lights of my room,
The tap-tap or our dogs' paws across a hardwood floor,
The sugar highs,
The exhausted lows,
The late nights,
The chatter,
The silence.
All of it is summer,
To me.
-02•07•19
(You are summer to me.)
