Sweet Summertime

What really is summer?
A break from school...
A chance to have fun and relax...
A chance to make money....
A chance to learn who you are....
and the list goes on.

Summer to me doesn't get started until you walk into a building and get bomb-barded with the over powering scent of bug spray. Its not summer until you go hoarse singing camp songs. It not summer to me, until your reunited with your "summer friends." You don't mind getting dirty, sweaty, and gross simply to have fun and to try and show up the boys.

For me summers in the past have been full of planning and doing. I have loved it. I have slowly grown out of that, and now I have been able to make summer decisions. I haven't really felt like I really have had summer other than the WONDERFUL summer heat of the south. Summers full of memories and friends. Full of laughter and glee, those will always be there. Yet, what is summer? How does this one word define 3 months of ones life, for so many years; yet I still can not explain quite what summer is.

The good 'ole summer home has been amazing. Here I sit preparing for the last two weeks of my internship, of my summer. When people think of that awesome place away in their mind. I am actually getting to live in mine. So much peace and quiet. Almost serenity. It will be sad when its over, but I have to make room for those out there who are stepping up and out to fill many wholes left here by some pretty amazing people.

What is summer to you?

J