If you could pick one song to sum up everything that is "summer," what would it be? Can any one song, poem or picture really capture the running-through-the-sprinklers, driving-with-the-windows-down roller coaster that goes from May to August?
As it turns out, summer can be seen as a unique psychological phenomenon. On the surface, it's one big long party where you can stay up as late as you want to without worrying about homework. But may I venture an analysis of the deeper level of summer?
All right, then.
Under the surface of these carefree summer nights, there seems to be a hint of desperation that intensifies every year (at least in my 21 years of experience)--a knowledge that this freedom won't last forever. As children we lived a day at a time, never planning or worrying. Now that we're older, we realize that this cycle repeats itself every 365.25 days, and we have a much better idea of what's waiting for us from season to season. Everything we have has a shelf life--jobs, relationships, packages of hot dogs--and we're scrambling to do as much as we can with the time we have.
Even for those who don't get a summer vacation, summer is a time to be celebrated. Walking outside in bare feet, building bonfires, eating fresh peaches, doing who-knows-what with chalk and silly string...in just a moment, this will all be over.
Ladies and gentlemen, it has indeed been a summer.
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