I don't know about you, but as the whisperings of summer grow louder and louder I am always filled with a little sunny promise. The promise that something great is going to happen. I never quite know what it is. Maybe romance, possibly an exciting adventure; with fingers crossed it could even be both. Today, as I was driving, I maneuvered the position of my face to shield my eyes from the blinding sun and avoid an accident, and suddenly I couldn't shake the smile from it. The tiniest little butterfly fluttered up from the pit of my stomach and flew out into the space around me. Am I the only one who feels oddly nervous when what I am actually feeling is excitement? I am eagerly anticipating that woken-up feeling one gets after dunking their head under ice-cold sea water and the numbness has just worn off. And who wouldn't miss eating refreshing fruit salads as the sun slowly burns the dew off the lawn, or sipping on a glass of sweet bubbly as the sky turns red and he disappears to brighten somebody else's day? Nobody's heart can get broken in summer. That's what rain and blankets and hot chocolate and romantic comedies are for. Summer is for the possibility of something great. In summer, we can be kids again, and rustle off all that grown-up stuff we got tangled up in earlier in the year.
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