summer
hints of summer hit pale skin and i smile. it's been too long since my eyes hurt from looking into light. flashbacks of cobblestone streets in italy, summers at the shore with sand under bare feet, flicker in my mind and it's summer and i'm happy and at peace. the day after graduation, sleeping until two then lying on the hammock out back until my face is flushed and freckled. playing catch with my dad in the yard and taking walks after supper while the streets are still lit with pink sunlight. everything smells like grass and ocean and summer- it all screams summer. work is tedious. i want to go to the park and read. lie on the grass and let it tickle my neck. stare at the fountain until it stops being a fountain and becomes something else, something new, something never seen before that very moment. summer fever and it's only march, only march and no vacation in sight.
it's a bit like torture.
it's a bit like torture.