summer skin.

squeaky swings and tall grass, the longest shadows ever cast

the water's warm and children swim and we frolicked about in our summer skin

i don't recall a single care, just greenery and humid air
then Labour day came and went and we shed what was left of our summer skin

on the night you left i came over and we peeled the freckles from our shoulders, our brand new coats so flushed and pink and i knew your heart i couldn't win
cause the season's change was a conduit and we'd left our love in our summer skin

Death Cab for Cutie

summer could not seem further away right now. i have about thirty-four days till freedom! and in those thirty-four days, countless things to get through. but summer - sweet, sweet summer. it's become such a distraction (among others). good food, good weather and good company. but best of all - home. i know i throw that word around rather frivolously, having left certain parts of myself in several places; each symbolizing something different. currently though, it's where i am most comfortable, most satisfied and where everything makes sense. sense; if there is such a thing in this world.

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