By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor
The swinging of screen doors and wide-open porches; nobody’s staying in.
Caramel iced coffees sweating onto stained wood by our sides.
Wind chilled by the ocean swaying through droopy branches, heavy with beech leaves.
Sticky with sunscreen, our bare legs lining the boardwalk.
Sneakers, skirts, and hot concrete.
Laced-up boots pinching our heels.
Roots, rivers, and tangled trails full of bright green brush.
Scents of pine, dirt, moss, and heavy clouds.
The burn of muscle and the stain of sweat in our hair.
Bringing out food and coffee with the best view in the city.
Reading a good book in a ravine.
Swinging solo at the park.
Sipping lightly on champagne with samosas, the lazy heat sitting on our shoulders.
Wicked grins and loud music by night,
Serene sights, slugs, and mighty mountains by day.
Summer is here.