Since childhood the hiatus known as summer has offered a three-month platform for endless adventure. The mystic sense of an approaching summer makes the mind dance to melodies of sunshine and harmonies of chirping birds.
Summer days move slower as the sun clings to the sky later in the evening. The long-lasting light will give a chance to squeeze in more dreams.
As classes come to a close in the next weeks, I am making plans for summer.
I suppose I should say goals instead of plans.
I will work out every day. I will eat fresh fruits and vegetables. I will get some sun. I will read several good books. I will start a new journal.
It seems I will have an endless amount of time to complete my list, but deep down I know how quickly the few months will go.
Time never fails. One day I’m making a list of all the sun-filled activities I want to partake in, and the next I’m buying books.
Nevertheless, I will stay in my oblivion from mid-May to mid-August. My days will pass one by one by one, and I will maintain my childlike mentality.
I intend on taking a few steps back this summer. I want to reconnect with the warm charms in my memory. I want to take a walk down by a creek and play in the mud. I want to swing as high as I can on the playground. I want to go outside in the morning and come back dirty and wild while the sun sets.
Perhaps my desire to return to my childhood ways is a reaction to my realization of reality. I am completing the end of my sophomore year, halfway through college. In two years I’ll be looking for a job.
Whoa.<br/>So as far as the summer of 2009 is concerned, I am simply a person looking for life's simplicity. I have only one more summer to enjoy without obstacles, and I will not waste it.So as far as the summer of 2009 is concerned, I am simply a person looking for life's simplicity. I have only one more summer to enjoy without obstacles, and I will not waste it.
So as far as the summer of 2009 is concerned, I am simply a person looking for life’s simplicity. I have only one more summer to enjoy without obstacles, and I will not waste it.
My list of things to do this summer is to go home for a few days. I will journey three hours west across the Kansas prairie to the small farm I call home.
There I will go outside with my youngest sister, Allie.
I find wonder in knowing a person nine years younger than me can show me so much about the world. We will go outside and play. She will reconnect me with my imagination. We will use our minds to make fortresses out of bales and enemies out of approaching dragonflies. <br/>At night, she will take me outside and make me walk through the tree row. We will watch an owl in the highest tree, we will see the nocturnal creatures raid our trash can. We will see the moon sitting high in the sky.At night, she will take me outside and make me walk through the tree row. We will watch an owl in the highest tree, we will see the nocturnal creatures raid our trash can. We will see the moon sitting high in the sky.
At night, she will take me outside and make me walk through the tree row. We will watch an owl in the highest tree, we will see the nocturnal creatures raid our trash can. We will see the moon sitting high in the sky.
And then I will come back here and it will seem like a week before it is time for classes to start again, but I will have those new memories to tie to the old. I will have one more summer in the books and be one step closer to the real world.
The glare of summer can blind those caught in the spell of reality, but it can also release those same people. Take the time to look at a tree and see the birds living there. Stop to notice the bee sitting on the radiant flower.
Summer has the ability to bring out the poet in everyone.