I miss Summer

It's in the Summer that I love the hardest.

My heart is full and untamed, like a child excited to see the world.

The love that I give is pure and it's sweet.

Innocent yet devilish.

Intoxicating.

I fill my days basking in liquid gold and the nights with sweet kisses from jasmine scented winds floating through my bedroom window.

Lighting candles with intent as the roaring of my fan combats the sound of whatever record I have playing for the evening.

I welcome the warm sand between my toes, no matter how cliche it is, as I dance in the waves of the ocean and ride down the coast chasing after the sun.

My hair is wild and free flowing, like the love pouring out my heart.

The stars fall down and brush my cheeks as the summer warmth inspires me to dance around campfires and I never wish to sleep.

I am my favorite self in the summer.

In the summer I am free.