Summer tastes like fresh berries
straight off the vine. Plucked from the thorns.
Ripe just in time for summer to feel a little bit more
like a summer we had before. When the world was
more carefree. The days stretched out long.
When watermelon and lemonade tasted sweet on our tongue.
When we made bike rides and swimming slides.
Scaled trees, just for fun.
Summer tastes like grass and bees. All kinds of sweet things.
Most of all, summer tastes like memories.
