I had a Summer moment today. One of those where suddenly, the thought of Summer evoked such a yearning and ache. I couldn’t help but be taken back, and forward to glorious Summer.

Of late Summer evenings spent outside with lightning bugs and icrecream cones and pools and travel and driving with all the windows down. The smell of honey suckle.

Ah. How Summer just took me over completely. And I allowed it, I basked in it … of letting myself go to Douglas Lake.

My feet splashing in the cool lake water. Lounging on the dock. Loon calls. Cookouts. Family. Late night talks. Shooting stars.

And Paris. What would Summer be without my beloved Paris? Those cobblestone streets, bright and shiny at night and after a fresh rain. The markets and cafés and the way the sunset looks while surveying the entire city from Sacré Coeur.

Summer feels like freedom to me, in limitless ways. Of fresh possibilities bursting with life and excitement.

Summer is exactly what was called for today, in the midst of this close to an end February … just the jumpstart I needed, and the thoughts to bring me back to thrilled anticipation.

Wondering what awaits for this summer and the beautiful memories and People yet to be had.