How it felt to soak those sun rays deep within your skin, all day for long days!
That season filled with breaking the rules, standing apart, ignoring your head and following your heart.
And the sweat under those flip flops that almost made you slip, the little tinkles on the forehead trickling down beside your ear slowly, one at a time; making you feel soulful about the warmth of Seattle – that imagination of a rightly balanced summer, that wish to lie on a hammock basking in the fever of the bright, the early!
That desirous appearance of the mountains bubbling with the gleaming golden rays of the sun, shining just at the right rims and angles, still aspiring the necklace of majesty.
Oh and the pompous lake Washington broadcasting its blue with the slight tinge of the yellowish golden flash bestowed upon by the flare, that yellow bright star.
Where are ya lost - behind those foggy, shady mystical films?
Where’s the summer when it all started? Where’s the summer when we all partied? Where every day was a Saturday night - where the sand was on my seat and the waves kissed my feet?
The sweet smelling breeze, the salty waft, sun kissed hair – Oh summer, take me there!
