I didn’t realize until last year that I don’t get a summer vacation any more. Growing up killed summer for me. I just looked up one hot July day and thought, when the hell does my vacation start. I was in Afghanistan. It would be a LONG and scary time before such a vacation came my way. Semper Fi.
the opposite of winter, the best time of the year for eidolon paranormal, http://www.eidolonparanormal.net to go out ghosting, the skies are clear, the weather warm and usually the ghosts are more active.
We appreciate the summer weather in Australia when on an outdoor investigation, it makes things much easier, and saves our equipment from getting wet
Summer reminds me of the happiest times. Warm sunshine on my face. Tan skin. Late barefoot nights. Some of my best and most memorable moments occured in the summer. Love. Joy. Friendship. All blossom in the sumemr months.
this summer was the one of the worst summers of my life. the worst and the best. i’m not quite sure how. i have no idea what it was. it was amazing and wonderful and fantastic and magical, and it was horrible and gruesome and morbid and deathly. there’s a part of me that hopes never to return, and there’s a part of me that hopes next summer will be the same.
It is so far from summer. It is dark and distant. It is so far from laughter. It is quiet and frigid. And in the sunless winter, it is so very far from summer.
It’s that time of year again. I think of you my darling, lying face down on the chewed up rug. It’s dark inside, but still a sliver of sunshine makes it’s way through the blind and strikes itself across your face.
Oh God, summer is so far away! But this morning I’m happy, my coffee is warm, and the future looks pretty bright. So you could say it’s mentally summer for me. At least until class starts.
my favorite season of the year. warm. sunny. i love it. my wish is to go to miami or las vegas in summer. that would be pretty cool. the colors of summer are my favorite and always put a smile on my face. one thing that i remember about summer when i was a little kid are all the watergun fights and swimming in public pool
blessings of summer are abundant…warm breezes, bare feet, sunny picnics, running through the fields, hiking, playing with friends…that’s what I remember about summer
This summer I decided not to leave my house. The sun was too hot, the kids were too happy and none of my clothes even looked like they belonged outside. They looked like they needed to be put away in a special home for some “quality time and reflection”.
the summer of 69 was the best time of my life. i fell in love, fell out of love, made some awesome friends and had the most amazing pork sausages ever! I only wish i was born say, 16 years before 1969 in Europe or America. So i could have one of those grease type summer romances!
Summer is an amazing season. The trees rustle with a fresh green look. And the warm breeze feels good on your sunburnt cheeks. The salty sea water splashes as it makes its way up past the barrier of the boat and onto your already wet bathing suit.
warmth everywhere, on my skin, in my eyes, the horizon blurring with heat and the stone sizzling underneath me. A small lizard sits next to me, staring at the sun with closed eyes. I lay back until my head hits solid granite, a focal point of summer through my burning hair.
The girl named Anna Lee was crying near a pool one beautiful summers day, most kids would think summer was a beautiful thing but not Anna. She hated everything about it. During the school year she had an escape; school work, friends, class rooms, anything but home.
there was something about the middle of the year that just didn’t quite sit right. An embetween place of not quite here nor there. It left the palette dusty, dry, and thirsty for answers unknown. Where were the fruitful days of the spring, and when would the harsh winds of autumn close?
Summer was the gondolier, steering by the soft cores of stars in the water. He wore a sunset for a hat and his boat was no more than a sleepy black opening and closing in the water
summer always feels like a time of letting go, new beginnings, and suntans.
I always feel like I should be looking forward to summer more, like other teenagers, but I don’t.
I like autumn, and spring. Summer has this fear, lingering. I don’t like it.
Fires? They suck. In extension, summer sucks.
Summer is a nice time to forget anout all the problems and realize that life is worth to live, without all the hustle and bustle. Some say we just live and work for the summer holidays.
The intoxicating heat of the sun. Mary felt truly free, cycling around the lake by Villa Diodati. Percy waved from the other side of the shore. She stuck her legs in the ai
The energetic months of summer seem so long ago. January has long since sapped my home of warmth. The days are short and quiet. My work is done with heavy hands and heart, waiting for the sun’s glorious return.
Summer is the best time of the year. Everyone relaxes, well almost everyone. Yet you can feel the great warmth of the sun beating down on your skin. Rejuvenating you. Burning away any stress. However for 2 months, all you do is sit there. That’s it. It can get very very boring, and lame. But it’s the best season of the year, without a doubt!
This is the summer of my fifth grade year, a moment when my siblings and I play with the dog, sit out in the sun, eat icecream, go to the beach. It is not a summer to think about the bully who will be waiting for me as I approach the schoolhouse on that first day on Sept 4.
The summer leaves whistle to a tune that you do not know. I sing along with it but I do not show. The heat pours down in rays unbeknown to us – and we suffer through happy memories of laughing the yellow lines up to the sky. Summer, a month where all is right – but everything can be wrong.
Oh, Januar ist wie ein langer Montag, warten auf das Wochenende, warten auf den Sommer. Für manche ist der Montag in seiner Kälte schön. Aber Sommer! Das bedeutet Freiheit – schon allein der Ballast von Kleidung fällt weg.
It’s been a while since I last thought of you –
back then your smile was sunlight, your laughter kept me warm.
Something about today made me remember.
Now there’s ringing in my ears, that memory, a summer song.
Summer is an interesting time for me. I always remember the first summer I moved to Florida- when I met him….The One. He was standing at the opposite end of the bar, and I knew without a doubt that I would know him. I waited most of the night for him to see me, but it didn’t happen until the end of the night.Finally when our eyes met as I tried to squeeze past him….Well nothing happened.
ice-cream and candy. open air cinema. festivals galore. me and my friends. me and my family. walking in the hills. green, blue and yellow. missing some people.
best time of the year , families together,no school, travel heat , good time to have a romance. love the exercise and the sweat, time to be by yourself due to day lengths I love summertime, i see my wife
happy feely glowy sun
a cat purrs in my head on my lawn in the shade overhead
through the clouds a tiny elephant flies
and I sigh
bubble bubble
blissful time
Beautiful; but sometimes way to warm for me to think about anything else. I tend to keep to myself during the summer months, thinking about new recipe ideas, to cool me off.
Summer died a long time ago. Now ice crumbles like glass beneath my feet. I shatter it with every step I take. I could spend my life standing still, watching as the glass melts away from me and summer comes back to life again.
The summer is a long way away. It is a distant future, hanging upon some monkey bars, swinging, swinging, laughing and I’m standing here with winter, with that sullen miserable look on my face, working in the LRC library on an essay I do not understand.
I didn’t realize until last year that I don’t get a summer vacation any more. Growing up killed summer for me. I just looked up one hot July day and thought, when the hell does my vacation start. I was in Afghanistan. It would be a LONG and scary time before such a vacation came my way. Semper Fi.
the opposite of winter, the best time of the year for eidolon paranormal, http://www.eidolonparanormal.net to go out ghosting, the skies are clear, the weather warm and usually the ghosts are more active.
We appreciate the summer weather in Australia when on an outdoor investigation, it makes things much easier, and saves our equipment from getting wet
Summer reminds me of the happiest times. Warm sunshine on my face. Tan skin. Late barefoot nights. Some of my best and most memorable moments occured in the summer. Love. Joy. Friendship. All blossom in the sumemr months.
this summer was the one of the worst summers of my life. the worst and the best. i’m not quite sure how. i have no idea what it was. it was amazing and wonderful and fantastic and magical, and it was horrible and gruesome and morbid and deathly. there’s a part of me that hopes never to return, and there’s a part of me that hopes next summer will be the same.
It is so far from summer. It is dark and distant. It is so far from laughter. It is quiet and frigid. And in the sunless winter, it is so very far from summer.
Sandbridge, VA. My get-away for the time after spring.
It’s that time of year again. I think of you my darling, lying face down on the chewed up rug. It’s dark inside, but still a sliver of sunshine makes it’s way through the blind and strikes itself across your face.
Oh God, summer is so far away! But this morning I’m happy, my coffee is warm, and the future looks pretty bright. So you could say it’s mentally summer for me. At least until class starts.
my favorite season of the year. warm. sunny. i love it. my wish is to go to miami or las vegas in summer. that would be pretty cool. the colors of summer are my favorite and always put a smile on my face. one thing that i remember about summer when i was a little kid are all the watergun fights and swimming in public pool
blessings of summer are abundant…warm breezes, bare feet, sunny picnics, running through the fields, hiking, playing with friends…that’s what I remember about summer
This summer I decided not to leave my house. The sun was too hot, the kids were too happy and none of my clothes even looked like they belonged outside. They looked like they needed to be put away in a special home for some “quality time and reflection”.
the summer of 69 was the best time of my life. i fell in love, fell out of love, made some awesome friends and had the most amazing pork sausages ever! I only wish i was born say, 16 years before 1969 in Europe or America. So i could have one of those grease type summer romances!
Summer is an amazing season. The trees rustle with a fresh green look. And the warm breeze feels good on your sunburnt cheeks. The salty sea water splashes as it makes its way up past the barrier of the boat and onto your already wet bathing suit.
warmth everywhere, on my skin, in my eyes, the horizon blurring with heat and the stone sizzling underneath me. A small lizard sits next to me, staring at the sun with closed eyes. I lay back until my head hits solid granite, a focal point of summer through my burning hair.
The girl named Anna Lee was crying near a pool one beautiful summers day, most kids would think summer was a beautiful thing but not Anna. She hated everything about it. During the school year she had an escape; school work, friends, class rooms, anything but home.
there was something about the middle of the year that just didn’t quite sit right. An embetween place of not quite here nor there. It left the palette dusty, dry, and thirsty for answers unknown. Where were the fruitful days of the spring, and when would the harsh winds of autumn close?
The sun beat down on my pale skin. That was one downfall to having fair German and Irish skin; the sunburn was horrible.
Summer was the gondolier, steering by the soft cores of stars in the water. He wore a sunset for a hat and his boat was no more than a sleepy black opening and closing in the water
I used to hate summer the scorching heat sparing nothing in its merciless glare
summer always feels like a time of letting go, new beginnings, and suntans.
I always feel like I should be looking forward to summer more, like other teenagers, but I don’t.
I like autumn, and spring. Summer has this fear, lingering. I don’t like it.
Fires? They suck. In extension, summer sucks.
Summer is a nice time to forget anout all the problems and realize that life is worth to live, without all the hustle and bustle. Some say we just live and work for the summer holidays.
The intoxicating heat of the sun. Mary felt truly free, cycling around the lake by Villa Diodati. Percy waved from the other side of the shore. She stuck her legs in the ai
The energetic months of summer seem so long ago. January has long since sapped my home of warmth. The days are short and quiet. My work is done with heavy hands and heart, waiting for the sun’s glorious return.
Summer is the best time of the year. Everyone relaxes, well almost everyone. Yet you can feel the great warmth of the sun beating down on your skin. Rejuvenating you. Burning away any stress. However for 2 months, all you do is sit there. That’s it. It can get very very boring, and lame. But it’s the best season of the year, without a doubt!
a terrific time of the year. lots of fun! going to the beach and going surfing. the perfect relaxation to have after all those times at school.
This is the summer of my fifth grade year, a moment when my siblings and I play with the dog, sit out in the sun, eat icecream, go to the beach. It is not a summer to think about the bully who will be waiting for me as I approach the schoolhouse on that first day on Sept 4.
I used to lie in a cardboard box in summer and look at the sky through A hole cut out.
Memory!
The summer leaves whistle to a tune that you do not know. I sing along with it but I do not show. The heat pours down in rays unbeknown to us – and we suffer through happy memories of laughing the yellow lines up to the sky. Summer, a month where all is right – but everything can be wrong.
They fucked like animals. The blood in between their holy knives. That was summer morning on winter, back in the days.
Oh, Januar ist wie ein langer Montag, warten auf das Wochenende, warten auf den Sommer. Für manche ist der Montag in seiner Kälte schön. Aber Sommer! Das bedeutet Freiheit – schon allein der Ballast von Kleidung fällt weg.
I remember our summer together. Then we broke apart. Now the word summer makes me grow cold.
It’s been a while since I last thought of you –
back then your smile was sunlight, your laughter kept me warm.
Something about today made me remember.
Now there’s ringing in my ears, that memory, a summer song.
Summer is an interesting time for me. I always remember the first summer I moved to Florida- when I met him….The One. He was standing at the opposite end of the bar, and I knew without a doubt that I would know him. I waited most of the night for him to see me, but it didn’t happen until the end of the night.Finally when our eyes met as I tried to squeeze past him….Well nothing happened.
ice-cream and candy. open air cinema. festivals galore. me and my friends. me and my family. walking in the hills. green, blue and yellow. missing some people.
best time of the year , families together,no school, travel heat , good time to have a romance. love the exercise and the sweat, time to be by yourself due to day lengths I love summertime, i see my wife
happy feely glowy sun
a cat purrs in my head on my lawn in the shade overhead
through the clouds a tiny elephant flies
and I sigh
bubble bubble
blissful time
Beautiful; but sometimes way to warm for me to think about anything else. I tend to keep to myself during the summer months, thinking about new recipe ideas, to cool me off.
I wish it were summer. If were warm it would be summer all year long. I wish for that.
Summer died a long time ago. Now ice crumbles like glass beneath my feet. I shatter it with every step I take. I could spend my life standing still, watching as the glass melts away from me and summer comes back to life again.
The summer is a long way away. It is a distant future, hanging upon some monkey bars, swinging, swinging, laughing and I’m standing here with winter, with that sullen miserable look on my face, working in the LRC library on an essay I do not understand.