Shall I count the ways?
I love the way the hot sun feels on my skin.
I love how it feels to peel a wet bathing suit off and put on dry clothes after a day on the beach.
I love how the lake smells on a hot July day, swimming out in my beloved Queen’s Bay. It’s a delightful cocktail of warm air, clean fish and that indescribable scent of sun-warmed water… I cannot tell you how much joy I feel when I swim way out, by myself and breathe it in.
I love sitting on the beach with my friends and laughing our asses off.
I love sneaking out at dusk, riding my bike down to the beach and skinny-dipping all by myself.
I love waking at 4 AM and hearing the birds chirping away.
I love sitting on my deck in the morning and sipping my coffee while the sun warms my skin.
I love that first plunge into the icy goodness that is Kootenay Lake, where it takes my breath away in a summer baptismal rite.
I love letting the wee minnows nibble on my toes.
I love watching my kids love summertime.
I love rolling my yoga mat onto the deck and practicing while the evening air kisses my skin.
I love picking treasures from my garden to enjoy for supper.
I love getting a tan, and marveling how white my ass can look.
I love running in the morning of a hot day, rewarding myself with a dip in the lake at the end.
I could go on and on…. My soul would wither away entirely if I could not enjoy my summer. The fulfillment I receive from these summer months makes winter only a time for anticipation.
I love summer, pure and simple.