#BlogStuff: Summer in Lace
Finding the pulse of summer is rolled down windows, singing along with your best friends. Turning the page of an old paperback on a porch swing. Laying in the grass looking for shapes in the clouds. Perfecting the smore but always burning the marshmallow. Feeling sand in your sheets against freckled skin. Jumping rocks on a pond after a full day of fishing. Waking up as the sun rises in search of sea glass. Jumping in pools without testing the water. Skinny dipping in the ocean after midnight. Holding hands and feeling dizzy, hoping the night would go on forever. It's the smells of an old book, sea salt mist, fresh cut grass, burning wood, sandy sheets, hot gasoline, barbecue, sun tan lotion, coconut chapstick. It's the best friends you've known since high school, the neighbors that wave from across the street, the surfers that along the jetti, the cute stranger in town for just a little while.
Put down your phone, and find the pulse of summer.