the shape of summer

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow fast in movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” – The Great Gatsby

Shown: The Last day of school, the golden summer days that followed, water balloons, and lots and lots of little faces.

Not Shown: A rainy afternoon in Starbucks, bucket loads of movie marathons, many nights of scribbling and working on my writing and poetry, random adventures with friends during the day, sleeping late, anticipation and preparation for the upcoming mission trip, long talks and looking to the stars, just being happy and hopeful, baking bread over and over, over-thinking and trying to make sense of the world but fantasizing and dreaming just the same, and watching kids while remembering my summer childhood that is captured in my heart like the dust from rocks on the playground that stays on your shoes all the way home.


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