IF SUMMER WAS
summer has caught my heart. sure, i still have one last day of taking finals and turning in worn text books, but the next three months are so close that i can taste them. they've got me cuffed to their endless cell of possibility, and i'm almost bursting with enough energy to experience each one. summer is hearing the jingle of the ice cream man's truck from inside your front door, taking pictures of friends and sunsets on your digital camera, and sleeping outside under the salty stars. if summer was a melody, it would be the sweetest...so long, and slow, and pleasing to the ear. it would whisper from the trees and crash from the ocean's waves at the most perfect moments. during the summer, every moment is perfect. it would break the silence between your hand and his. summer is letting watermelon juice drip down your arms, buying eight pairs of plastic flipflops for $1.79 each at walmart, and letting the radio blast through the sunroof of your white lexus. if summer was a tear, it'd be my last one. it would bring colgate smiles to my cheeks and kiss my nose with a dozen freckles. it would hold on to true love and prove that forever has no ending. summer is forgetting to put makeup on in the morning, complaining about having to work three nights in a row at the ice cream shop, and finding tanlines when the day is done. if summer was a town, it would me my town. it would bleed tradition and always be waiting with open arms. it would stand as a stepping stone between childhood and the real world, always reminding me how i've become who i am today. it would make me feel at home. summer is going on vacation for two weeks, sharing your seventeenth birthday with your best friends, and becoming someone that you're not during the other nine months of the year.if summer was for anyone, it would be for me. it would be what i made it...each one to remember forever. if it was a memory, it would be scrapbook full of them. it would let me revisit it when times grew rough in the middle of november. no matter what, summer would be something sacred. it would be something looked forward to, that would take forever to come and would be gone in less than a blink of an eye. to tell you the truth, it's not something about what could be. it's about everything that was, and is, and will be for years to come. this is the summer of oh-five...