I have a lot of friends who would choose autumn or winter as their favourite season. I am not one of those people. Summer is the season for me - long days, blue skies with white fluffy clouds, warm weather, festivals (we are the city of festivals, afterall), and sunshine - always has been. The best part of summer? The lack of sleep!
Staying up until uncomfortably late on a week night, throwing responsibility to the wind, uncaring of how few hours are between you and your morning alarm. Bonfires and marshmellows and beer and friends and laughing and hot dogs and stories. I love late summer nights with friends. The next morning always hurts, but it's almost always worth it. Last night I didn't get home until almost three in the morning. My sister woke me up three and a half hours later. Utterly painful, but I wouldn't have done it differently.
These things don't happen in the winter. Winter is the season for hot drinks inside, fuzzy blankets, and snuggling up in bed with tea and a great book. And those things are wonderful, but summer is just so great.
I'm just sayin'.
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