There's something exuberant about that transition between Spring and Summer.
The way the air is cool,
and sticky,
before the sun rises.
An internal sweat.
Tight chest.
That reminder that I am here,
and I am alive.
The smell of sweet nostalgia;
grilled corn,
summer heat,
frozen treats.
Soon I will be sunning,
legs exposed,
music loud,
feet swirling in a body of water.
This is my happy place.
Finally winter has thawed,
and I am back in true form.
