summers

"Hot summer nights, mid-July...

the way you'd play with me like a child"

-- Lana Del Rey, Young and Beautiful

There is something so intoxicating about summer.

Whatever essence it is that this season carries, 

I want to wrap it up and collect it in a jar.

There's so much romance and nostalgia 

That comes with road trips and wind swept hair,

It's like living in the flashes between a movie montage.

But I think the magic is that it ends.

That the drunk nights and dry sunlight are just a blink in time.

The glory of summer is embedded in youth, 

When this season was for vacation and fun and laughter.

And the beauty of it all was that it came and went too quickly.

And each year we would wish and pray for the time 

To live in its moments again.

Summer was golden.

It was a thing to be remembered,

A blur of happiness to hang on to the rest of the time.

Because summer vacations end.

One day we rinse the sand off our sandals and go back to school for the last time.

Summer is childhood and one day those months are gone.