I love summer for the evenings when I don't want to go home. For those walks in shorts, a sunburnt nose, the smell of mowed grass. For coffee on a bench by the fountain, ice cream that melts before I'm in someone's eyes.
This is the time when I want to dive into the pool in my underwear or dance barefoot in the rain. Summer for me is not just a season. It's a state of mind. Bold, romantic, sometimes even a little playful.
I dream that this summer will be special. For someone to appear in it with whom I want to run away for a picnic in the middle of the night. Or just be silent on the beach, hugging each other under a blanket. Who knows, maybe he's reading these lines?