thinking..
I tap my fingers against the pane. Small prints are left as I lift the pads of my fingers and put them down in a different spot. Looking through these mini windows I see the quiet trees and shrubs. They seem to have lost their life. Their colors have dulled, they droop and wilt. There is a strange soft silence. It gives off an eerie, almost mournful tone. The sky even looks as though it’s to full of gray clouds, or maybe the whole sky is just one gray cloud. Days like these are a blur.
There is something about those kinds of days that affects my moral. It just feels like blahhh. I don’t want to do anything, I don’t want to see anyone, my vitamin d is low and I wonder why I have to live in such a climate. Fall, winter, spring, they just don’t compare to summer. Summer is a time I want to capture. I want to put it in a bottle and save it for a rainy, blurry winter day. My bottle of ‘summer day’ would contain many ingredients. There would be sun, lots of sun. Yes, I know, the sun’s UV rays cause cancer, and burn those of a paler color, but the sun also provides vitamin D. If you are vitamin D deficient (like me!) your body will produce less serotonin, which is needed to make you happy! So yes, sun is a vital component.
Another element of summer is the smell, and gritty feel of a sandy beach. The smell of summer reminds me of the sea spray that drifts around the coast. It gets into your clothes and your hair. It’s my summer perfume. Also, beach hair- it’s the best. It’s a product of warm salt water, wind and a fine dusting of sand. It makes my hair into a wild mess of wavy and curly tendrils. So even when I have to leave the beach I can still smell it in my hair.
I have to come to find that for me, the best of summer’s ingredients are harvested at the beach. No other place beats the warmth and heat of a perfect day at the beach, soaking up the sun in my chair, as the waves lap at my feet.
