I can see it, off in the distance in a blurry haze of golden sunlight. Summer. With her vibrant green grass, her dewey warm mornings and cloudless blue skies. She is like a painting in a fine museum. Well within our view, yet slightly out of reach.
I can see summer holding onto the horizon.
I can smell the blossoming peonies and lilacs.
I can feel the warmth growing each day.
We have one week of school remaining and we are eagerly running to summer. This winter was long and harsh and we are beyond ready to embrace the summer days.