How nice you were, with your hot sun and watermelon. Your dirty bare feet and ice water with chunks of lemon.
You are gone now, but never forgotten.
Remembered with joy, but not missed.
Because I have something to look forward to everyday now. Something that's just as sweet as summer's own watermelon...
|unattractive first-day-of-school picture. Yes, I'm pretty excited ;)|
School. Friends. Teachers. Art.
What has been your favorite part of summer?