Michelle

15

Summer

When July opens up like the crack of an egg, you hardly notice how quickly it slides into the bowl of August.
The hot summer haze is so bright like the thick of the yolk that it’s hard for you to realize that your legs won’t be that rich shimmering brown color in a few months
And that your hot pink tipped toes will be concealed behind a pair of thick gray woolen socks.
Regardless, you opt for the tanning lotion over the SPF and you keep your toenails bright and colorful—just to display a little piece of how the razor sharp blade of heat that we call summer is supposed to make you feel.
But no matter how hard you try, your sweat never seems to sparkle or make you look more dewy
And the chlorine from the pool adds a slight green tint to your blond highlights.
So it’s not your fault that you’ve never completely understood the whole appeal of this season.
Or is it?
Maybe you just like your eggs scrambled with a couple handfuls of cheese and a sprinkle of that first December snow
Rather than an overly crispy sunny side up that has spent far too many minutes sizzling on top of the greasy summer beach.
Besides, who likes to feel gooey warm eggs slide down their throat in the middle of August?
Especially on a particularly smoldering Monday morning.
At least I don’t,
That’s for sure.