I have a nostalgic attachment to summer because I remember it as being such a joyful time in my childhood. Despite the family dysfunction, mosquito bites, sunburns, and unbearable humidity of the East Coast town where I was raised, summers were fun.
We had a big pool, and our backyard was filled with cousins, Kool-Aid, and hot dogs every weekend from June through September. Those were some of the happiest weekends of my young life.
I live clear across the country these days, and I still love summer. Recovery has taught me to appreciate and be present for the best that season has to offer.
I love the smell of cut grass, even though I'm allergic to it. I love the sunshine that lasts long into the night.
I love that I can get to the beach in ten minutes. I love Saturday drives out into the country, the farm stands, the corn, and all the fresh fruit and vegetables.