just like I remember

This is the last day of April.

Summer is coming up. I'm afraid I have too high of expectations for it. But maybe they're not so high after all. I think, though, that this will be the best summer yet. I sincerely hope so, at the very least.

I mean, summer is all about intangible things. That feeling in your chest when you're riding your bike late at night. The sun kissing your face and shoulders. Being able to just feel that new layer of tan sinking into your skin. Grass between your toes. Freedom.
At least, that's what summer is to me. Then again, it's just another one-fourth of another year.