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the methodic lazy days of summer have come to an end
the ease of doing absolutely nothing, it seems, descends like the sun earlier and earlier each day
the race of excitement through my veins after every crazy/stupid/idiotic thing we do under the mask of summer nights has resided to a slow, peaceful pulse
the freedom of my mind, heart, and soul has gone away
the comfort of summer and all that it brings is instead replaced by the fast-paced, frantic day-to-day life we live during the other 9 months
yet, doesn't it seem in these mere 3 months something ignites in all our bones that makes us feel full?
that makes us have that feeling inside
that feeling of love
that feeling of life
it's something about the warm air that never hangs too low that allows us to find ourselves and realize all that is good in the world
it is something about these lazy, nothing to do days that allow our minds to wander to places usually halted by work or something better worth our time
and everything feels sweeter during these long days and even longer nights
even falling in love isn't just falling in love, it's everything
something about these seemingly average days make us remember them forever
make us love them when there here, and yearn for them when they are not
please, never make it end
but it has to
because this is too good to always have as just like life, the world has its seasons
nothing can ever be too good
because there is summer
but there is also winter
which brings a whole other mix of feelings and ideas
all of that or not necessarily bad, but never quite compare to that of the later seasons in the cycle when the warmness of the weather reflects that of our hearts
the ease of doing absolutely nothing, it seems, descends like the sun earlier and earlier each day
the race of excitement through my veins after every crazy/stupid/idiotic thing we do under the mask of summer nights has resided to a slow, peaceful pulse
the freedom of my mind, heart, and soul has gone away
the comfort of summer and all that it brings is instead replaced by the fast-paced, frantic day-to-day life we live during the other 9 months
yet, doesn't it seem in these mere 3 months something ignites in all our bones that makes us feel full?
that makes us have that feeling inside
that feeling of love
that feeling of life
it's something about the warm air that never hangs too low that allows us to find ourselves and realize all that is good in the world
it is something about these lazy, nothing to do days that allow our minds to wander to places usually halted by work or something better worth our time
and everything feels sweeter during these long days and even longer nights
even falling in love isn't just falling in love, it's everything
something about these seemingly average days make us remember them forever
make us love them when there here, and yearn for them when they are not
please, never make it end
but it has to
because this is too good to always have as just like life, the world has its seasons
nothing can ever be too good
because there is summer
but there is also winter
which brings a whole other mix of feelings and ideas
all of that or not necessarily bad, but never quite compare to that of the later seasons in the cycle when the warmness of the weather reflects that of our hearts