The grasp of summer is almost within reach. I can feel the warmth of its essence on my skin even if the weather has been dismal as of late. The earth is alive with spring, which is ebbing away into the awaiting summer time. The animals are coming out more; deer are eating away at my plants and raccoons are comfortable enough to come up on my porch.
It’s like the earth is humming with this potential that summer will bring. Everything that is free and young and true always happens in summer, it is the season of the extrovert. The sunlight brings out happier moods and more crowds of people to the streets.
Even for an extreme introvert, I cannot help but kind of love summer. It has these qualities that are endearing and it welcomes everybody with open arms. I feel like summer is that person you know that is ever friendly and bubbly. Winter on the other-hand is that quiet person that would rather stay home and watch movies with you and have deep conversations. Summer is an open book and winter is reserved. And while winter will forever be my favorite season, I can’t help but gawk at summer in an almost celebrity-like adoration; I completely understand it, but wouldn’t trade my favorite for the world regardless.
That being said, I am very ready for school to be over with. The cells in my body are craving what summer will offer me. What is a girl to do?
