I want to go outside like it's summer again.

I want to write with chalk on pavements and run through dew soaked grass.

I want to sit on tire swings and drag my feet through soft sands and collect shells.

Just like it's summer.

I want to have popsicles make my hands sticky, and oceans make my feet wet.

I want flowers to tangle in my hair and winds to brush against my skin.

I want the sun to tint my skin, and I want flip flops to slap against my heels.

Just like it's summer.

I want birds.

I want flowers.

I want oceans.

I want trees.

I want sun.

And warmth.

And air-conditioning.

And bubblegum.

And warm rains.

And people outside.

And a tall glass of lemonade.

Just like it's summer.