june

I don't remember the last time I walked in the rain. Intentionally. To feel the drops become a blanket of wetness glide against my skin. The sky dimmed to a haze, and the people scurried to find safety, I walked slowly home with a silly smirk on my face. It was the last day of school, and Summer had just started. When the Summer heat in New York City is unrelenting, a thunder shower is the most liberating and relieving thing to happen. The minutes before the rain falls, the air becomes quiet, everything is hushed, and all around there's a stillness like time had stood still. Then the smell of wet concrete, a distinct smell of rain, of Summer, of Summer break.

I miss Summer break. The energy. The possibilities.

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I think I need a vacation.