To me, a day of summer goes something like this:
I wake up late, forgetting to eat breakfast almost all of the time. Well rested, I get dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. I put on my birks and leave the house, never forgetting my three essentials: keys, wallet, and phone. I drive into town and gradually pick each of my friends up one by one. Perhaps we decide to go swimming, now the question is: East Shore? Or First Dam? It varies each time. Lying in the sun, I feel the heat drying my skin, and I only get in the water to cool off. We eat fruit and drink lots of water to replenish ourselves. Next step is lunch, and like always, we struggle to decide where to eat. Gotta be somewhere cheap and honestly probably unhealthy, usually resulting in a mixture of Taco Bell/McDonald’s. We sit to eat in the parking lot of whatever chain restaurant we choose. With windows down and the car off, nothing but light hearted conversations and laughter fill the air. The cool feeling of a breeze through the car and the icy cold Baja Blast in hand. This, this is summer. It’s later now, we watch the sunset as the colors illuminate the sky. Oranges, pinks, and blues reflect in windows and onto our beloved lake. Sitting at Sunset Park or East Shore, we are peaceful. After the sun goes down we will drive, not always sure where to, not always sure why we’re going. Music blasts in the car, and my poor old speakers get fuzzy and can barely keep up. One hand out the window, I feel the wind between my fingertips as we drive. Ending up at bubble tea we get our daily doses. Drinking the sweet drink of summer, we sit for hours, over-caffeinated and late into the night. Breaking curfew and staying out too late, this, this is my summer.