There's nothing quite as charming as summer on the east coast in my eyes:
Walking barefoot on warm grass.
Warm evenings with no need to layer up due to the incorrigible fog rolling in over the mountains.
Hazy, humid, languid days that press upon and stretch you out to a peaceful yet ecstatic point of bliss.
Freckles surfacing in the sun, coating me in that far away feeling of youth.
Smiles on strangers faces because they've crawled out of winter's hibernation.
Lush green life devouring the landscape.
Sundresses, skirts, sandals...wearing next to nothing on your glistening skin...
The orange-pink sun dipping into the horizon late in the evening, casting the warmest glow over the land.
Fireflies quietly igniting the darkest shadows.
Refreshing summer flavored cocktails outdoors until the wee hours with friends.
Crickets outside of your open window at night, lulling you off to the most pleasant of dreams.
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The young falcons have left the nest, now finding their wings. Crying to each other, needing constant assurances. Destined to age with the season, growing bold and independent. This season is long and easy, iffing somehow a monotony appears, a new season will come, bringing with it a new delight. Fly fair birds and do not fear, enjoying you while you're here.
nice!
That's how it here in the south. Plus you get to sit outside and watch the lightening bugs.
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