Summer Breeze

Simply the words bring you back to a special time.

Summer. More than a word, really. Even more than a season. An experience. Perhaps one of the most memorable experiences for many. Sitting here, listening to the mystical sounds of Bob Dylan, the cool refreshment of sipping iced tea from a jar, even sitting on my back porch and watching the sun retreat for the day to make room for the silver moonlight that illuminates the warm summer nights which are the cause of magic. It seems the most mundane tasks become charmed with the scent of summer, the golden rays of the sun, and the cool breeze that sweeps away all one's troubles.

And swept them away it has.

What is there to worry over in a time where all there is is friendship abound and memories to be made? Breaking the shackles and unleashing the fiery teenage angst that lies within all of us. To be swept away in the waves of the long days and cool nights, being who we are meant to be. Teenagers. Kids. To do otherwise against a teenager should be criminal. No one should be forced to do anything else but be themselves during such a magical time of the year. Go ahead, relax yourself. Be free. Chase the cute guy or the girl of your dreams that you've always wanted. Go out and have nights by the lake swimming and grilling until the sun rises. Rebel against adulthood and unleash the spirit you know you have inside you. Blow away your problems like the summer breeze. C'mon. You know you want to.

Make your summer more than a memory, my friends.