early summer

I love the way it feels to be alive when the season changes from spring to summer. Its diving into a cool lake. Its all the windows in your home wide open. its long skirts that blow in soft wind and the way sweat feels dripping down your temple. This summer I want to read and run and run and read. I want to loose myself in the pages of other peoples words. I want to loose myself in the steady beat of my feat hitting pavement.