It was in the earliest of the summer we realized, life is what you make of it, so we made it ours. There is power in the realization that every cliche quote about “seizing the day” and “not wasting a moment” can be more than typed letters on a multitude of internet cards. We eyed the calendar, picked our passions and began to mold our time into something more fulfilling. Lists were made and adhered to. Last minute trips came together. Spur of the moment indulgences weren’t ignored, they were pursued and conquered. We made tracks in rocky beaches of the lakes and streams of foreign cities. We plowed through fields and interstates that led us to places we had first imagined only days before and they became ours. To the tops of trees and to the wee hours of the morning we left our mundane, completely predictable lives in the dust. We kissed and danced and drove and swam and let loose uncountable fits of laughter and kept moving ahead to what we needed to experience next.
Upon stones shaped like hearts and deep in the heat of summer we came alive to be something more than we knew we were. We played make believe in the bodies of adults that weren’t ready to be so and we only feared the fall. Outlines of our bodies were left in dew covered fields late in the night, imprints of our deepest desires. Under street lights, in cars with wild music blaring, the wind ripping through our hair, we forgot how not to smile. We drank and touched and slept and didn’t slept and then slowly, the days began to get shorter and our thoughts became sharper and we began losing the battle against the sun.