there’s a sweet spot of summer and i think it comes at the very beginning. when the long tentacles of winter are not so long gone that you forget how miserable it was just weeks ago. when you look outside and realize you don’t remember when it happened, but the grass is a vibrant green and the trees are full of leaves. when the birds wake you up in the morning by chirping outside your windows and the sun’s rays are peeking through the blinds at 5 am.
the sweet spot of summer is when the kids first get out of school, running into the warm sun with the arms wide open. when the lake water is still cool enough to make you draw a quick breath, but refreshing on the eighty degree day.
the sweet spot of summer is when you spend the day outside and forget to eat at the normal meal times because the day seems to be hourless. when you eat fresh fruit like you never have tasted anything so good in your entire life. when your feet are constantly dirty from never wearing shoes outdoors.
the sweet spot of summer is remembering your beautiful childhood and the details that you forgot but can easily recall. the part of your life that can continue on and on as long as summer does.