It's safe to say that I live for summer, and when it's not here, I'm not all here either. I'm not depressed, but when we start getting those first hints of spring, I get happier than I've been in a long time.
I'm sort of desperate for winter to end. I want the sun to stay out until 9 o'clock, and to sit on my porch way past then enjoying the night. I want to sweat, and I want salty, sunburned naps. I want to ride my bike until my legs ache and spend hours on the beach doing nothing but staring at the water.
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