That Summer Feelin'

As I was strolling to town this morning, passed the newly mown grass, the blossoming flowers, and the skittish robins, it occurred to me that I felt very grounded. I was relaxed. I was in good spirits. I was fitting in.

What was the cause of this? The weather, or more accurately, the warmth. Around this time of year, when the first 75 degree day hits, I get this overwhelming sensation of feeling at home. I feel like I have just arrived after a long journey.

Is the rest of the year just something to get through until summer comes around? It kind of is.

I like all the seasons in one way or another, don't get me wrong. Autumn is undisputably excellent. I embrace the November chills of spooky leaveless spikey tree branches. I anticipate eagerly the first few snowfalls. I adore the indoor warmth during the dark winter days. Spring, of course, kicks ass. But, it really feels like summer is home.

Maybe it's because of my training as a kid in school when summer was the time to just relax and live and the rest of the year was a chore. That probably has something to do with it.

I feel like I live in the summer and the rest of the months are just departures from the norm. Is that weird?

It's good to be home.