The waves lapped at my feet, and the breeze moved my hair.
The night’s sky was filled with stars, and the air full of laughter.
Bonfires, friends, smores, swimming, laughter, late nights, and parties
were all things of the past.
The last day of summer was here, and it was one to remember.
i the most wonderful time of the year. I have awesome times with my friends and i have great days just hanging with family. No school no worries. the sun on your face the wind in your hair. it is a time that you are on top of the world and
Boring long season. Girls are out, boys feel strong. People want to be healthy and tanned. It’s nice though, you can always relax outside, so it’s a sort of catching up with summer, before the long winter. But most of the time, you’re sweaty and stinky, and it’s not always nice.
I love summer, hot nights, cold beers, what more could a girl ask for? On top of that the rippled muscles soaked in summer sweat. Mmm im ready for a summer romance. Theres alot of thought behind picking the right boy behind a summer romance. You dont want anyone too dull, i mean summer is 3 months.
She loved him in the Spring and he loved her. But now it was summer. He had moved on but she had not been capable of doing that. She stared at him as he played, stuck on the stage, where he could not escape her gaze.
Oh, how I love summer. I crave it like I crave oxygen. It’s the best time of the year. Flowers. Heat. Sunshine. Freedom. It’s what life consists of. Summer.
i really like the summer season and there is only one reason in my saying this. We used to get our much awaited holidays and that would be the longest holidays we used to get for the whole year during the school days. We would go to summer camp and enjoy a lot with our friends. try to make girlfriends so that we can be the talk of the town when we return to our place.
The season of love, marriage, flings, and memories. The heat bakes into our minds the fleeting glances and feelings. They burn into our souls and never let us go. We will always remember “that summer.”
why does someone or better yet, everyone always place such importance on summer? is it truly that remarkable? is it that magical? I mean you get sticky and have to spend ridiculous amounts of money on the perfect bathing suit you’ll probably never really feel just perfect in, instead you’ll eat up the fast melting ice cream only to feel guilty about it later.
drip. sweat hits my collerbone on one hot summers day. im in my loosest tank top with the shortest shorts i grab the coldest water and walk outside. children in the streets, moms watching. dads mowing grass. dogs panting. if it werent for the dog days of summer what else can you look forward to?
I think of summer all the time. The trees, grass, flowers, colors. The smell of suntan lotion and chlorine. A smile is on my face. Cold drink in hand, nothing to do, no one to be, but bliss. Lemonade, ice cream, and bathing suit.
It reminded him of that summer. The floral smell of her hair, and how it always carried the day’s warmth. It shimmered as it fell across her eyes, and onto her shoulders. The days lasted long enough to remember back then. When the sun dragged him into the night, to follow her wild ways. The freckles danced along her cheeks bones when she smiled and pulled him by the hand, persuading him to partake in yet another dangerous adventure. Into the sun or into the night, into the breeze that seems to wrap around them when they lay in the tickling grass of Tofer park. It reminded him of summer.
Summer is a violent torture that tends to disturb the people of the land. It is hot and vivid, someimes a very silent killler. The killer is so menecing, the animals fear it. Fear the summer, fear life.
My 8-year old feet, floating on top of yours
in that crowded campground dancehall —
Eric Clapton thanked me for the
way I looked, but all I remember
was your fallen face already cataloging
the years you would miss.
fun. beautiful skies. sun sun sun. caravans. trips to greencastle on our bikes. warm skin. being young. blackberry picking. back to school. running in the cold sea. picnics near the beach. granny. pretending our caravan was a bus.
the time i met you and our bodies, covered in sweat and mud fell so closely together. The happy, fond memories of our youth surfacing to make us unique. this was our time. as preceded by the many summers before us and the many that would follow. Our story was an intermezzo, a pause in the lives of two strangers flung together by fate and the impossible hope that this could last.
i spend my summers at kenwal day camp. i love the summer, i love the weather, the thickness in the air, everything. i hate the sweat that rubs between my thighs causing a rash. i hate yelling at kids for 9 hours every day. i love watching summer sunsets. i hate oily skin and frizzy hair. i love spending days at the ocean. i hate sun burns. i love pruny skin, i hate going through bottles of aloe vera.
A loved one of mine passed away peacefully in her sleep many summers ago. As an eight year old, I couldn’t comprehend what ‘death’ was — all I knew was that it took my Grandma away from me. The pallid days that followed were inundated with grief, tissues, and teardrops. But as I wept, I realized something: the leaves drift listlessly in the wind, the ivory snow falls, the flowers beautifully bloom, and a warm gale breezes by as the scarlet sun sets into the horizon… life just goes on.
When I think of summer, I think of traveling. My family took many trips in the summer when I was growing up; most of these trips were around my home state of Michigan. We would load up the car and leave behind all of our troubles as we explored caves, dunes, forests, beaches and quaint, unheard of cities. Our itinerary was always loose– we had an idea of what we wanted to do and we would do it. There was no pressure to hit every spot on the map in just one vacation.
Many of our trips were influenced by places my mom went when she was growing up. Her dad was proud of our state and made sure his children knew as much about it as possible. He would stop at every historical marker he could find, just to help his kids absorb everything. It’s something that my mom has taken to doing, though we’d prefer she didn’t.
I’m sure it’ll become a running joke through the generations. When I travel, I’ll stop at every historical marker and force my kids to read it. My brothers will do the same. Their kids will repeat. It’ll become a great tradition that we’ll do and will always smile.
When I think of summer, I think of traveling. My family took many trips in the summer when I was growing up; most of these trips were around my home state of Michigan. We would load up the car and leave behind all of our troubles as we explored caves, dunes, forests, beaches and quaint, unheard of cities. Our itinerary was always loose- we had an idea of what we wanted to do and we would do it. There was no pressure to hit every spot on the map in just one vacation.
Many of our trips were influenced by places my mom went when she was growing up. Her dad was proud of our state and made sure his children knew as much about it as possible. He would stop at every historical marker he could find, just to help his kids absorb everything. It’s something that my mom has taken to doing, though we’d prefer she didn’t.
There was the summer we first met. Our eyes locked. Soon after, our fingers did the same, as we blushed and giggled when we looked at each other.
By the end of summer, I was convinced we were in love, love meant forever, love meant to last the test of time. By the middle of autumn, I had trouble remembering your name.
summer is long and hot and it change’s the chemistry in peoples minds and makes them loving and lovable and suddenly the summer affair has begun and your in love with it. Cars with the windows down and music blaring, the cold water over hot bodies, the lack of inhibitions take over.
I love the summer the summer is beautiful im with niiiki and the summer is nice woohoooo summer ok were just gonna keep typing i like green eggs and ham why dont you sam you am lalalallalala ibizia aright chooooo choooo goes the chooochoo train yadig?
wassup
losa
poosa
cooosa
I lov the sun and the beach and the track!!! Sun sun SUN SUNSUN I really hate winter! How many days until summer? Not soon enough! I can smell Summer! A sangria by the pool on a float….music- Jimmy Buffet … When will it ever return?
This summer was very boring, it was super hot but I did nothing but work and come home to a boyfriend who no longer was interested in me. I usually just cooked dinner for him, and then went into my bedroom and watched movies the rest of the night, i was also very ill which made everything that much worst. I’m hoping this summer will be a lot better, since i’ll be with my friends and SINGLE haha. We’ll see I guess.
Ahh….that elusive thing. Warm toes, warm nose. No snows. Sparkling dewdrops hang above my hammock, reminding me that I slept soundly all through the night, cuddled in the warmth of summer.
God by this summer please let me have things worked out. Summer sun, summer breezes, the beach, the sand, the sea. Summer seems a million miles away. Summer should be a beginning this year, instead of an end.
I love love love the summer. It’s my favorite season. I love the freedom that it brings. No school, no having to answer to anyone. Just fun times with friends.
Playing volleyball is summer. Toes under the green grass or diving in the war sun. The sun stay up all day making the skin on our shoulders turn pink. Warm nights under the starts finishing the night to start another day. Quiet hikes loud concerts- every moment outside.
Makes you think of tans, Friends, beer, Tubing, Hiking, Photography. As well as an amazing few months of hot weather. It’s a time for biking and memories. I love summer because of the peace it brings people. Warm weather is proven to make people happier!.
Gosh, I already did this. Let me ramble about something new, I guess. Summer has two m’s. This is curious. The only word with three double letters in a row that I know of it bookkeeping. Or bookkeeper. I guess that’s two words, but they have the same root.
I use to love summer. Then some time in the past, without me knowing it, I started to hate it. Now that I don’t hate life summer is again a time that I want experience.
Reminds me of watermelon, Summer games, learning to swim, tubbing, sun tans, and amazing hiking trips, and of course wonderful photography. Summer is amazing, and keeps you warm inside and out.
The waves lapped at my feet, and the breeze moved my hair.
The night’s sky was filled with stars, and the air full of laughter.
Bonfires, friends, smores, swimming, laughter, late nights, and parties
were all things of the past.
The last day of summer was here, and it was one to remember.
i the most wonderful time of the year. I have awesome times with my friends and i have great days just hanging with family. No school no worries. the sun on your face the wind in your hair. it is a time that you are on top of the world and
Summer. It just ends so qui
Boring long season. Girls are out, boys feel strong. People want to be healthy and tanned. It’s nice though, you can always relax outside, so it’s a sort of catching up with summer, before the long winter. But most of the time, you’re sweaty and stinky, and it’s not always nice.
I love summer, hot nights, cold beers, what more could a girl ask for? On top of that the rippled muscles soaked in summer sweat. Mmm im ready for a summer romance. Theres alot of thought behind picking the right boy behind a summer romance. You dont want anyone too dull, i mean summer is 3 months.
She loved him in the Spring and he loved her. But now it was summer. He had moved on but she had not been capable of doing that. She stared at him as he played, stuck on the stage, where he could not escape her gaze.
Oh, how I love summer. I crave it like I crave oxygen. It’s the best time of the year. Flowers. Heat. Sunshine. Freedom. It’s what life consists of. Summer.
i really like the summer season and there is only one reason in my saying this. We used to get our much awaited holidays and that would be the longest holidays we used to get for the whole year during the school days. We would go to summer camp and enjoy a lot with our friends. try to make girlfriends so that we can be the talk of the town when we return to our place.
The season of love, marriage, flings, and memories. The heat bakes into our minds the fleeting glances and feelings. They burn into our souls and never let us go. We will always remember “that summer.”
why does someone or better yet, everyone always place such importance on summer? is it truly that remarkable? is it that magical? I mean you get sticky and have to spend ridiculous amounts of money on the perfect bathing suit you’ll probably never really feel just perfect in, instead you’ll eat up the fast melting ice cream only to feel guilty about it later.
You’re my summer; unobtainable.
This winter never ends.
drip. sweat hits my collerbone on one hot summers day. im in my loosest tank top with the shortest shorts i grab the coldest water and walk outside. children in the streets, moms watching. dads mowing grass. dogs panting. if it werent for the dog days of summer what else can you look forward to?
I think of summer all the time. The trees, grass, flowers, colors. The smell of suntan lotion and chlorine. A smile is on my face. Cold drink in hand, nothing to do, no one to be, but bliss. Lemonade, ice cream, and bathing suit.
It reminded him of that summer. The floral smell of her hair, and how it always carried the day’s warmth. It shimmered as it fell across her eyes, and onto her shoulders. The days lasted long enough to remember back then. When the sun dragged him into the night, to follow her wild ways. The freckles danced along her cheeks bones when she smiled and pulled him by the hand, persuading him to partake in yet another dangerous adventure. Into the sun or into the night, into the breeze that seems to wrap around them when they lay in the tickling grass of Tofer park. It reminded him of summer.
You were my summer love and i’ll never forget you.
Summer is a violent torture that tends to disturb the people of the land. It is hot and vivid, someimes a very silent killler. The killer is so menecing, the animals fear it. Fear the summer, fear life.
My 8-year old feet, floating on top of yours
in that crowded campground dancehall —
Eric Clapton thanked me for the
way I looked, but all I remember
was your fallen face already cataloging
the years you would miss.
fun. beautiful skies. sun sun sun. caravans. trips to greencastle on our bikes. warm skin. being young. blackberry picking. back to school. running in the cold sea. picnics near the beach. granny. pretending our caravan was a bus.
the time i met you and our bodies, covered in sweat and mud fell so closely together. The happy, fond memories of our youth surfacing to make us unique. this was our time. as preceded by the many summers before us and the many that would follow. Our story was an intermezzo, a pause in the lives of two strangers flung together by fate and the impossible hope that this could last.
i spend my summers at kenwal day camp. i love the summer, i love the weather, the thickness in the air, everything. i hate the sweat that rubs between my thighs causing a rash. i hate yelling at kids for 9 hours every day. i love watching summer sunsets. i hate oily skin and frizzy hair. i love spending days at the ocean. i hate sun burns. i love pruny skin, i hate going through bottles of aloe vera.
A loved one of mine passed away peacefully in her sleep many summers ago. As an eight year old, I couldn’t comprehend what ‘death’ was — all I knew was that it took my Grandma away from me. The pallid days that followed were inundated with grief, tissues, and teardrops. But as I wept, I realized something: the leaves drift listlessly in the wind, the ivory snow falls, the flowers beautifully bloom, and a warm gale breezes by as the scarlet sun sets into the horizon… life just goes on.
When I think of summer, I think of traveling. My family took many trips in the summer when I was growing up; most of these trips were around my home state of Michigan. We would load up the car and leave behind all of our troubles as we explored caves, dunes, forests, beaches and quaint, unheard of cities. Our itinerary was always loose– we had an idea of what we wanted to do and we would do it. There was no pressure to hit every spot on the map in just one vacation.
Many of our trips were influenced by places my mom went when she was growing up. Her dad was proud of our state and made sure his children knew as much about it as possible. He would stop at every historical marker he could find, just to help his kids absorb everything. It’s something that my mom has taken to doing, though we’d prefer she didn’t.
I’m sure it’ll become a running joke through the generations. When I travel, I’ll stop at every historical marker and force my kids to read it. My brothers will do the same. Their kids will repeat. It’ll become a great tradition that we’ll do and will always smile.
Summer is about traditions.
Clawing at the tree branches in the setting sun, I felt that my neice, Summer, was in need of a good spanking. It was, after all, time for dinner.
When I think of summer, I think of traveling. My family took many trips in the summer when I was growing up; most of these trips were around my home state of Michigan. We would load up the car and leave behind all of our troubles as we explored caves, dunes, forests, beaches and quaint, unheard of cities. Our itinerary was always loose- we had an idea of what we wanted to do and we would do it. There was no pressure to hit every spot on the map in just one vacation.
Many of our trips were influenced by places my mom went when she was growing up. Her dad was proud of our state and made sure his children knew as much about it as possible. He would stop at every historical marker he could find, just to help his kids absorb everything. It’s something that my mom has taken to doing, though we’d prefer she didn’t.
There was the summer we first met. Our eyes locked. Soon after, our fingers did the same, as we blushed and giggled when we looked at each other.
By the end of summer, I was convinced we were in love, love meant forever, love meant to last the test of time. By the middle of autumn, I had trouble remembering your name.
summer is long and hot and it change’s the chemistry in peoples minds and makes them loving and lovable and suddenly the summer affair has begun and your in love with it. Cars with the windows down and music blaring, the cold water over hot bodies, the lack of inhibitions take over.
Her skin was golden and sweaty. She bit her lip as she saw the waves crash against the shore. Burning. Hot. But elating and sensual.
She closed her eyes.
I love the summer the summer is beautiful im with niiiki and the summer is nice woohoooo summer ok were just gonna keep typing i like green eggs and ham why dont you sam you am lalalallalala ibizia aright chooooo choooo goes the chooochoo train yadig?
wassup
losa
poosa
cooosa
I lov the sun and the beach and the track!!! Sun sun SUN SUNSUN I really hate winter! How many days until summer? Not soon enough! I can smell Summer! A sangria by the pool on a float….music- Jimmy Buffet … When will it ever return?
This summer was very boring, it was super hot but I did nothing but work and come home to a boyfriend who no longer was interested in me. I usually just cooked dinner for him, and then went into my bedroom and watched movies the rest of the night, i was also very ill which made everything that much worst. I’m hoping this summer will be a lot better, since i’ll be with my friends and SINGLE haha. We’ll see I guess.
Ahh….that elusive thing. Warm toes, warm nose. No snows. Sparkling dewdrops hang above my hammock, reminding me that I slept soundly all through the night, cuddled in the warmth of summer.
The sound of the night frogs
coming across the dark water
moonlit with laughter
The glow of the sunlight.
Unabated and cheerful.
Clearly, my favorite season.
I may be a bit biased
But blessed to be born during this great month.
God by this summer please let me have things worked out. Summer sun, summer breezes, the beach, the sand, the sea. Summer seems a million miles away. Summer should be a beginning this year, instead of an end.
I love love love the summer. It’s my favorite season. I love the freedom that it brings. No school, no having to answer to anyone. Just fun times with friends.
Playing volleyball is summer. Toes under the green grass or diving in the war sun. The sun stay up all day making the skin on our shoulders turn pink. Warm nights under the starts finishing the night to start another day. Quiet hikes loud concerts- every moment outside.
Makes you think of tans, Friends, beer, Tubing, Hiking, Photography. As well as an amazing few months of hot weather. It’s a time for biking and memories. I love summer because of the peace it brings people. Warm weather is proven to make people happier!.
Gosh, I already did this. Let me ramble about something new, I guess. Summer has two m’s. This is curious. The only word with three double letters in a row that I know of it bookkeeping. Or bookkeeper. I guess that’s two words, but they have the same root.
I use to love summer. Then some time in the past, without me knowing it, I started to hate it. Now that I don’t hate life summer is again a time that I want experience.
Reminds me of watermelon, Summer games, learning to swim, tubbing, sun tans, and amazing hiking trips, and of course wonderful photography. Summer is amazing, and keeps you warm inside and out.