Summertime

It's that lazy time of year when the air is thick and hours pass slowly.
The sun shines until nine at night, and campfires light the evenings.
We rise late and go through our days with ease.
It's time the time of baking, and road trips, and days at the beach.
It's the time of floppy hats, sunglasses, and flip-flops.
It's the sound bees outside the window, and neighbors mowing their lawns.
It's the cool, sweet, flavor of ice cream on the hot day.
 It's a time for filling up notebooks with easily scrawled writing.
It's the time of fulfilling goals, and finishing what has been left undone.
It's reading on the patio, when the sun is high in the sky.
It's a time of dreaming, and laughter, and of memories made.
It's the summertime. 

xx,
Carli