You are the first day of summer
No, not the day where the sun's out but you still need to grab your coat
No
You are waking up and the floors aren't chilled anymore
Hearing birds for the first time in months
Where the sun soaks into your skin like a drought
And the grass is warm
The grass is more vibrant like lime instead of a faded and browning green
You can smell the newly cut grass
The neighbor's dogs' barking isn't as obnoxious
In fact you smile at it as you walk to the mailbox
You can walk at 7pm and the driveway's concrete is still warm from the sun
Where it's pitch black but the air is no cooler than 60 degrees
The lake's water is no longer stilled; it's rushing with boats
Children run in hats and sunglasses that are too big for them
To have that childlike urge to ride a bike down the road
You are happiness
You are what I look forward to
You fill me with the warmth that I had forgotten existed after life's winter.
You remind me of the first day of summer.
And I love the first day of summer with everything I hold
And holding you, I feel like I can love me too.
-G.A.
Apr 27, 2022
Apr 27, 2022 at 8:20 PM UTC
You are the first day of summer
No, not the day where the sun's out but you still need to grab your coat
No
You are waking up and the floors aren't chilled anymore
Hearing birds for the first time in months
Where the sun soaks into your skin like a drought
And the grass is warm
The grass is more vibrant like lime instead of a faded and browning green
You can smell the newly cut grass
The neighbor's dogs' barking isn't as obnoxious
In fact you smile at it as you walk to the mailbox
You can walk at 7pm and the driveway's concrete is still warm from the sun
Where it's pitch black but the air is no cooler than 60 degrees
The lake's water is no longer stilled; it's rushing with boats
Children run in hats and sunglasses that are too big for them
To have that childlike urge to ride a bike down the road
You are happiness
You are what I look forward to
You fill me with the warmth that I had forgotten existed after life's winter.
You remind me of the first day of summer.
And I love the first day of summer with everything I hold
And holding you, I feel like I can love me too.
-G.A.
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