a love letter to summertime

14 August, 2019

I stopped writing for a couple of months because I was feeling particularly uninspired and summer was what I needed to realign myself and focus again on doing the things that I really want to do. So I'm back with a lot of photography, some dreamy poetry, and a short piece about why summer has always been my favorite time of year. I've also just watched 500 Days of Summer and realize how much my last post "unbalanced love" was me predicting what that movie was going to be about before I even watched it. It changed me a little bit and I'm trying to be less of a hopeless romantic and more of a . . slightly more realistic . . . romantic. Let's go with that.

Summertime is the best time of year. It's when all the kids are out of school and people start to believe that during this time of the year they can start over or experience something new. It's a perfect break in the middle of everything to reset.

Some people like winter and its constant snowfall. They want to always feel crisp air and see the world aglow in white, and while I understand the allure of that time, I think there's so much more in the summer. Winter is harsh and unforgiving so people decorate their homes to be warm and cozy in order to counteract that, but you don't have to protect yourself from summer.

I wish we had more time together. One day I decided to put down a blanket in a big patch of green grass near my house to just lay in the sun and I think about this day so much. If only I could always be this carefree, sitting under large trees that filter through patches of sunlight and catch the breeze. Remember how it feels to be outside under the warm sky and see bees and butterflies all around? These simple little things make me so happy and I try to hold onto them while I can.

I love the beach- or maybe just the idea of the beach more than the actual experience, but nonetheless I go there and I love it. I love laying a towel down, similar to the grassy-picnic-idea, but I love the breeze from the ocean. The smell of salt in the air and the idea of letting the forever flowing ocean push me around. Sandy clothes are a small price to pay for the effortless feeling of calm I get at the beach. I'm addicted to the sight of a coastline and other people with a day off. I love sticking an umbrella in the sand and reading a well-known but favorite book underneath the sun.

Walking around in the city or perhaps your small town, you can see everyone else alive with the summer. You can see the heatwaves off the pavement and the reflection of the sun, but also the season for farmers markets and outdoor festivals. The time for warm-themed window displays and light clothes. Long bike rides and coffee shops with seating outside right next to the windows. People gathering outdoors and sharing glances, knowing that there is so much to do in this summertime that the rest of the year doesn't allow, and how can we capture it all?

There are fireworks that we light in July and transform neighborhoods into light shows. When I am able to see lightning bugs I can never get enough because of how amazing those little creatures are. How do people ever get used to them?  I can't believe how many terrible things happen in the world when creatures like these exist. I can't believe how much different summer rain feels from autumn rain and spring rain. Summer brings longer days and warmer nights. Drive-in movie theaters and flowers unafraid to bloom. It feels like such an in-between time, like a stepping stone to the rest of the year that I can't help but dwell in and think about constantly.

And then there are cold drinks to cool us down. There are popsicles after a long day and showers so we start again. There is this season and only this season that lets me look at all of the little parts of everyday life in such a way that I appreciate them without their absence. I have the time and the ability to have fresh water and warm food and I notice it here. I notice a set of table and chairs outside and how lucky I am to have all of these things and that summertime lets me see this. Summertime is when I can feel less guilty for thinking. I can feel less guilty for not always seeing what is in front of me.

Suffice it to say, I love the summer and I'm sad to see it go. I love every part about it and hot weather speaks to me in ways that cold weather could never compare. I love summer clothes and summer food and summer decorations. Tan-lines and beach balls and open windows. It makes a lot of sense to me.

Is there a certain time of year where you feel most yourself? A favorite holiday that you wait for? Do different seasons make you appreciate the little things and discover new parts of yourself or is it just me?


Join the conversation!

  1. Sadly, the summer here is the season where all people will hide inside their air-conditioning home because the temperature is too high for people to stay long under the sun. I would love to experience summer in your country. What I love about summer is that I get to enjoy more ice creams and iced coffee hehe

    My favourite season is definitely Fall. I love Spring too but enjoy Fall the most. Each time I traveled to different country I would go during Fall.

    Btw, are those your own photos? May I know how do you edit them? like what filter do you use? I love it. It's so pretty.

    1. Fall is really great too and I'm trying to get excited for it now that summer is gone! I also just edit my photos with the VSCO app, using the A6 filter or HB1 and then adjust the white balance. Hope that helps! ♡


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