Ah, summer. It’s a beautiful time, especially in California, where the sun always shines and sunscreen is a necessity. In fact, I got badly burned on the chest a few days ago, when I underestimated the sheer force of the sun and foolishly fell asleep on the patio. It still hurts.
For the first time in recent memory, my memories of summer aren’t filled with haranguing, loud voices, or frosty silence. Instead, I’m spending my days filled with a sort of happy stupor — reading, lounging, gaming, and learning how to (badly) play the guitar. Just you wait, girl of my dreams. I shall woo you yet. (evil laughter)
The thing that strikes me the most, though, is how differently I’m living, now that all of my Wisconsinite friends, distractions, and worries are far, far away … some farther than others. I’d be lying to myself if I said that summer wasn’t tinged with memories past; however, more important things, people, and friends await me. As does the California sun.
If you need me, I’ll be outside — lounging.