I love the summertime.
I love the warm cross-breeze through my apartment when all the windows are open.
I love bare feet indoors and sandals outdoors.
I love not having to wear socks.
I love linen capri trousers and shoulders bare to the sun.
I love sunshine through dappled, leafy shade.
I love the sharp smell of rain on hot pavement.
I love the soft smell of growing things on the wind.
I love the freedom from layers and mittens and boots.
I love not having to brace myself to step outside.
I love the feeling of a summer breeze on sweat-damp skin.
I love sprawling across the bed in nothing but a bra and boxer shorts on a lazy afternoon.
I love walking down the beach with my feet in the water and the sun on my back.
I love the rumble of distant thunder and the rush of cool air ahead of a storm on a sweaty, sticky evening.
I love being able to sleep with the windows open.
After a long, brutal, exhausting winter, summer is finally on the way.