It's the first sunny day after almost a week of rain. I'm sitting at Stonybrook park. Everything looks so healthy and awake - ready for its last few weeks of summer to settle. The grass actually looks like grass now. It spent all summer looking like hay, completely dried out and baking in the sun.
This was a good summer. It actually felt like summer. With all the token attributes like popsicles and dancing in the rain. I spent countless nights on a blanket at the pond; with music, sangria, beautiful company and an always stunning sunset. I danced barefoot in the park, meditated and practiced yoga on the grass surrounded by trees and under the sun. I played on playgrounds, swung across monkey bars and stared at the moon from the top of a slide - way more than once. I spent entire days at the beach, got covered in sand and floated in the ocean. I fell asleep with salty skin wrapped in sweatshirts as the beach days turned into cool summer evenings. I ate ice cream and got to know strangers.I painted my toes bright yellow and embraced dozens of freckles on my nose - each one proof of a hot summer day well spent. I got tan lines and sun burns. I slept in tents and canoed down rivers. I spent entire days in my bathing suit, played in sprinklers and fell asleep on blankets in the grass. I roasted marshmallows and watched meteor showers; I got bug bites and scrapes that each mark a spontaneous night time adventure. I rode bikes, sat on benches and listened to the birds sing each other their sweet songs under the street lamps. I found myself surrounded by the most beautiful of people.
I let others in and I let some others go. I faced some fears and shook weights off my shoulders that were beginning to feel like my second skin. I skipped rocks and allowed my heart to be free. I put away my makeup and felt the sun kiss my bare skin for the first time I can remember. I was taught how to feel beautiful. Beautiful in every flaw, every failure, every triumph and every sorrow. I was able to look in the mirror and see my own eyes staring back at me. I felt the blood running through my veins more furiously than it ever has. I took the polish off my fingers and welcomed the dirt to get stuck under my nails. I learned how it feels to let go with a lover; to let every inch of my body sink into the feeling of pleasure and trust.
I found the world opening its arms, not once, but every time I took the moment to open my eyes.
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This was a good summer. It actually felt like summer. With all the token attributes like popsicles and dancing in the rain. I spent countless nights on a blanket at the pond; with music, sangria, beautiful company and an always stunning sunset. I danced barefoot in the park, meditated and practiced yoga on the grass surrounded by trees and under the sun. I played on playgrounds, swung across monkey bars and stared at the moon from the top of a slide - way more than once. I spent entire days at the beach, got covered in sand and floated in the ocean. I fell asleep with salty skin wrapped in sweatshirts as the beach days turned into cool summer evenings. I ate ice cream and got to know strangers.I painted my toes bright yellow and embraced dozens of freckles on my nose - each one proof of a hot summer day well spent. I got tan lines and sun burns. I slept in tents and canoed down rivers. I spent entire days in my bathing suit, played in sprinklers and fell asleep on blankets in the grass. I roasted marshmallows and watched meteor showers; I got bug bites and scrapes that each mark a spontaneous night time adventure. I rode bikes, sat on benches and listened to the birds sing each other their sweet songs under the street lamps. I found myself surrounded by the most beautiful of people.
I let others in and I let some others go. I faced some fears and shook weights off my shoulders that were beginning to feel like my second skin. I skipped rocks and allowed my heart to be free. I put away my makeup and felt the sun kiss my bare skin for the first time I can remember. I was taught how to feel beautiful. Beautiful in every flaw, every failure, every triumph and every sorrow. I was able to look in the mirror and see my own eyes staring back at me. I felt the blood running through my veins more furiously than it ever has. I took the polish off my fingers and welcomed the dirt to get stuck under my nails. I learned how it feels to let go with a lover; to let every inch of my body sink into the feeling of pleasure and trust.
I found the world opening its arms, not once, but every time I took the moment to open my eyes.
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