Summertime.

There is nothing that feels better to me than Summertime.
I spend my days working, wearing flip flops to the office, and clocking out by noon. I drive home with the windows down, my shades on, and Tom Petty or The Smiths blasting through my speakers. I spend the rest of my days either strolling around the town square with a Jones Soda in my hand, playing baseball and frisbee, road tripping to other towns, or staying in bed watching Season 4 of Sex and the City. Nothing feels better.
I'll run early each morning to catch the tail-end of a beautiful sunrise. I'll hike, bike, and climb my way to swimming holes and rushing rivers. I'll camp under the stars and run in the rain. I'll wear sundresses and sandals while I watch a sunset or two. I'll have late nights and early mornings. 
Once a week I'll cover myself in dust and eat my weight in hot dogs at the softball field. I'll sip on beer with my teammates in the dugout and celebrate our victory at the nearest bar. 
I'll fall in love once or twice. I'll laugh a lot, and cry a little. 
My skin will be bronze, my hair will be a mess, I will have dirt under my fingernails. I'll have scrapes on my knees and butterflies in my stomach.
I'll soak up the sun in cut off shorts and a tank top. I'll drink too much and sleep too little. I'll be wishing on birthday candles and shooting stars. I'll board an airplane. I'll cross state-lines. I'll go on adventures. I'll have the time of my life. 
Awaiting you, Summertime.