"the Only Thing more Fleeting than Summer is Childhood"

It's been a while since I've been able to coherently express my uncensored thoughts in one continuous paragraph. This block is not for lack of material. My summer was full of wild adventure, soft moments, and a strong sense of close camaraderie. Some of the adventures I did not write about because everyone I want to share them with was there, or they are very personal. Earlier, my tender moments incited brash anger and sadness. I have no desire to recount my warm meshing of personality or guilty conflict of logic and emotion in a public forum. For all of the turmoil, this summer is another large and brilliant pearl layered of memories, strung along the collection of lovely seasons I have been through. Ever since I was little, I strongly associated myself with summer. Now, I make the flattering comparison of warmth and freedom, trying new things. I sang this summer, played guitar, listened to different music, read books that moved me to tears and to action, went skinny dipping in the ocean (twice), screamed, felt more connected and accepted than in any previous experiences, lazily floated down the Brandywine, jumped off the rope swing, talked about math, talked about science, geohashed, dressed up like a pirate, had a summer romance, went on roller coasters, rode Ferris wheels, watched stars, fires, and fireflies, smelled like smoke, climbed trees, even messed around in Wal*Mart.

"just the smell of summer can make me fall in love..."
-Modest Mouse