For many await the coming of Summer.

The long days, warm breezes, barbecues and playful hues.

Chilled, sweet lemonade sliding down your throat after such a lengthy day.

Lets not forget the fireflies lighting up our little lives, the humid air, the pretty colors in the sky, so hard not to stare.

But let us not forget the days after the peak of Summer.

The dying of the leaves let out the warmest colors and coldest breeze gives us those little shivers.

The warmest drinks give us heat. The mischievous nights, giving others a fright.

The family reunions with the spectacular edible sights.

The cozy nights with the ones you love.

The short sweet romance coming and going with a colorful bang.

For many await the coming of Summer, I wait for the coming of Fall.