If you ask me, summer isn't just a season. Summer is all my worn out hoodies and cardigans going into the back of the closet, and all my sundresses that make me feel pretty hung where I can see them best Summer is the gentle rays of sunshine, turning my skin into a stunning caramel color that I wish for all winter Summer is car rides with wide open windows and blasting music that makes me feel free Summer is deep conversations under the stars and sipping pina coladas as the setting sun paints a montage in the sky Summer is my untamed hair flying loose in the salt air Summer is the warm sand massaging my feet as I endlessly roam the beach So yeah, summer isn't just a season. Summer is a lifestyle.
Tag: poem
Sledding
I walk up to the edge, And peer down at the sight; Cotton candy-like snow That shimmers so bright, The small peppered flakes That fall from the sky, And sugar-white trees That glow in dim light I haul myself up, and onto the sled As thoughts of excitement Rush through my head I take a deep breath, In the fresh, chilly air I push off, I go, As I let my wings spread
Stories by Sara 