personal preferences

summer is the best season, and it may be correlated with school being out (thank you alice cooper). my affinity for summer probably has something to do with the experience of spinning outside under the trees, catching the sunlight winking through the leaves in between spots of green, until one is dizzy and out of breath, the world an exciting merry-go-round of sensory experiences smashed together and melting like scoops of icecream on the sidewalk. it's a wet season - monsoons, watermelon, sweat. it is wild, it is sweet, it is sticky. time, represented by increasing doses of sunlight, becomes this beautiful golden thing that you can stretch out over distances without fear of end. summer is possibility, is running in the dusk with your arms outstretched, is the music of your back porch and the cicadas, is feeling free. it is not young and crying like spring, but it is not ready to die like fall.