Sweet summer, where all the days run into each other, the nights belong to friends, and every day is Friday night.
It finally felt like summer. Heavy heat, totally humid, and everything just smelled kind of smoky and thick, as if close to boiling.
This Lullaby by Sarah Dessen
I want warm summer nights, to lie in a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. I want to dip my toes in the water, to dangle my feet off the edge of the dock and sit leaning forward, looking at you, laughing til our stomachs hurt, that’s the summer I’ve always dreamt about.