Summer

I was hit with a revelation recently, as I sat on my roof, drinking orange soda and listening to boston (more than a feelin', for those who are interested.) I thought about summer, since what I was doing, I felt, embodied the spirit of the season.

And then it, of course, hit me. Summer isn't a season. It's an attitude. The kind of attitude that sings, forget school, forget tomorrow, forget it all but the orange crush and your swim trunks. Forget everything but the next party you're off to, and the name of the song your ipod is playing.

And I think I rather like the sound of that. So I declare my allegiance to it.

I declare my allegiance to blowing off projects, sitting on a roof, shirtless, with dyed sugarwater, and feeling great.

I'm going to regret this post, but I rather like it. Cheers, everyone, I'm off to regret this.