été.

Fourteen weeks with snow covered ground and crisp winter air. I close my eyes and my mind takes me to where the sun is warm and the grass is green, the water glissens, the air smells clean. The sound of birds chirping early in the morning; the sun rises so early, without warning. I think about days of laying in the grass, with nothing to do but hope that these days will forever last. Ice cream cones and brand new flats, short skirts, tank tops, and swanky summer hats. Sipping drinks on patios with friends, sitting out past dark, until the bitter end. Enjoying the views that this city is blessed with, while enjoying the sour taste of a crunchy granny smith. Jumping into the lake without hesitation. Lying in the sun as it melts away all of life's frustrations. While I sit and think of the warmth that will come soon enough, I can't help but smile in appreciation of all the small stuff.