Well into July this year, summer weather hasn’t arrived where I live yet. Days are cool and pleasant, but intermittent rain and cloudy days persist.
As a kid, summertime meant a different schedule for me. It was a break from school for a few months, plenty of time swimming, riding bikes, playing with my siblings and friends, and leisurely reading novels. Summertime meant fun and felt like an escape.
I reminisce and ask myself sensory questions.
Which summer memories are cherished. What did I love about them?
Which foods and flavors connect me to those memories?
Are there sounds that evoke fondness within me?
What is within my ability to enjoy that doesn’t depend on things outside my control?
I think of the music I loved and played on repeat. Eating popsicles and attending outdoor parties with friends. Focusing less on television and more on time outside. Inspired by that sip of iced coffee, I’m eager to start enjoying summer.