While the LFO song “Summertime girls” may suck “(LFO stands for Light Funky Ones, for all you music trivia fans), the arrival of summer does not. It may be 45 degrees in my apartment, but outside there is just enough of a breeze to make me so happy. It’s summer! This is the time of year I feel most like the me I define: Happy, loves water, walking outside, eating gelato, laughing, being goofy and carefree with friends, making enough money to have fun. My happiest memories are usually in summer, and I think everyone is happy generally because it’s sunny! We go on vacation in the summer, we stay up late sipping drinks in a backyard or on a pool deck for no other reason than it is summer. Even when it’s rainy it’s fun, because summer time thunderstorms are so cool to watch with all the lights off in my bedroom.
Some of my favourite things to do in the summer include: Read outside on a blanket while tanning, enjoying fresh fruits from the market, wearing my bathing suit all day and all night, going to pool parties, wearing coconut oil, noticing new freckles, going to cottages, taking road trips, wearing brightly coloured clothing, not caring about messy hair, wearing minimal makeup, buying flip flops, feeling the surprising once-in-awhile cool breezes, and oh does this list go on.
I would feel way too guilty if I complained about this heat because I can remember walking home from class in February, sheltering myself from the blowing winter winds in a bus shelter, balancing back and forth on each leg to maintain circulation, sniffling my sniffly nose and thinking, “I can’t WAIT for it to be summer!” So now that its here in full force, I will not complain that I must engage in minimal physical movement to avoid excessive sweating in my 45-degree apartment. I instead sat in a freezing cold bath reading funny summer books like the “Shopaholic” series and Cosmo magazines. I laughed at how it funny it was that a freezing cold bath felt SOOOO good. I even went for a run and enjoyed the puzzled looks of passers by who must have thought I was nuts to run. Truth was, my fast movement actually created a consistent light breeze around me.
I love feeling tired from the sun and being lazy about everything. This summer I resolve to make every day count, because summer always comes and goes way too fast. I won’t have any “nothing blah” days unless that is the goal of that day, to have a relaxing day with no schedule dedicated specifically to my own quietness.
So here’s to summer, may it be full of the stuff I love fantasizing of in mid-winter snowstorms.