I miss you, summer. Please come back soon. I want to hike up to the hidden ponds high in the Adirondack peaks and dip my feet in water stained deep brown by tree tannins like tea. I want to cycle up to Lake Ontario for a weekend alone. Sunbathing and swimming during the day. Walking the shoreline at night in moonlight so bright that you can see your shadow.
I want to ride my bike all night guided only by streetlamps; to smell the strange sweetness of plants that only bloom at night. I want to sit on the end of a pier having a drink and a smoke, watching car tail lights glide down the highway on the opposite shore.
