Summertime

Summertime. The season of long walks, star gazing, bare feet running over blades of grass, lightning bugs flickering, endless road trips down worn highways and oversleeping. Those few months are addictive in their allure; where days drag on and on, moving some to get up and explore and others to be still and dream. It is the season of ice cream cones that drip ceaselessly, bug bites, coral sunsets stretching, charcoal scented dinners and hammocks made for reading . I think there is a youthful sense of eternity bound up in the magic of summertime. What season do you most connect with that brings out the child in you?