Sarah

17

Sweet warm breezes drift through the air carrying with them the weightless feeling of summer
A child's face beams up at the clouds as the sun leans down to kiss her freckled face
Each day is filled with lounging, laughing, playing
It is the time to find yourself or lose yourself
Not a single care rests on a youngsters shoulders
For some, it is the mark of the end of their childhood
One last summer home with family
One last summer spent running wild with the friends they've grown up with
No idea what the future holds, only sure of these two sunny months
The days string together soon to be history hung for display
The pages flip past under their own control
Until, all too soon, you see this chapter coming to a close
Never believing that this moment you've pictured for years is finally what's real.