It's hard to believe that all year long I wait for summer.
Some for school to end.
Mostly just for the one week I spend at the beach.
One week... out of fifty-two.
Seems unfair.
the beach is
my happy place
my place of relaxation
my time in the sun
my time with my family
the only time I like the wind
I fit it all in in one week
I sometimes wish it was longer or that I lived there,
and I could but then it would become the norm and not so special.
I want to keep it special.
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