Summer Equals

Finally I can tell that Summer is on its way. Wearing long sleeves, jeans, and boots is at its end and the flip flops come out of the closet. Driving with the window down and listening to some boomin' tunes. Putting on some tanning lotion and catching some rays. Getting thrown off an inner-tube into a lake. Riding scooters, bicycles, or whatever is available at the time. Camping, camping and more camping. No school. Senior year on its way. Fourth of July and watching illegal fireworks. Drawing on the sidewalk with chalk. Walking down the street without a care. Playgrounds. Swings. Swim suits. Friendship.