In the summertime, everything is wonderful. My dogs lay in the sun, my mom lays in the sun, my brother, my books, and even my shy neighbors find their part in the sun. Pairs of well fitted trousers are tucked away, in a box somewhere, with the words “Winter Clothes” written in black.
My freckles are starting to look like a tiny galaxy and my arms are turning into the color of a walnut. I don’t need sweaters, socks, a blanket or any back rubs. In the Summer, all I need is soil for our flower pots, a water bucket for cooling off in, and sunscreen.