I’ve been dreaming of summer lately.
Of sandy toes, and string bikinis. Sunburnt cheeks without a trace of makeup. Wavy salty hair, and a case of coronas. Maybe a lime, if we were thinking ahead.
We probably weren’t.
It's summertime, after all.
Flip flops, and a bright blue towel… the same color of the ocean. And the waves. The sound of the waves, the glare of the sun, the coolness of a faint breeze tickling the backs of our necks.
And friends. Because the beach isn’t the beach without friends. And a solid country song playing in the background while we joke, reminisce, and dream of the years to come.
Is it summer yet?