“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” ― Henry James
I’m drunk on summer. As much as I try to move about my days with purpose and drive, I always seem to find myself staring at the clouds and daydreaming the hours away. Nothing in the world seems as important to me right now as being still and feeling the sun on my face.
Don’t worry. Work is still happening. I’ve never been one to shirk my responsibilities, but the second a project wraps or an invoice is generated, I’m back to living in my bubble of blue skies, ocean breezes, and the smell of sunscreen.
I’ve read 6 books so far this summer. I’ve painted. I’ve taken walks. I’ve drank beer on patios with friends. There has been much BBQ consumed. I’m blissfully in my sweet spot.
I know all good things must come to an end, and I have major plans for when I “buckle down” once fall comes, but until then I’m determined to relish every second.
Every experience in life has a million facets. My love of summer wouldn’t be complete without feeling the temperature of those breezes, the smell of that sunscreen, and the exact blinding blue of the sky. To love summer is to taste it, and for me it tastes like fresh peaches.
Perfectly ripe juicy peach juice running down your face and arms is one of those purely summertime experiences that can’t quite be replicated any other time of the year.
When you take fresh peaches, and pair them with equally seasonal watermelon cucumbers and an ice cold beer, you are well on your way to summer nirvana.