Lost Summer Remembering Winter

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Summer was the burning sun on your back, it was red glowing streaks on your shoulder blades and Pina colada ice cream dripping down your chin. Summer was humid evenings and the burn in your thighs from running tons of miles. Summer was loud music and deep talks in a memory filled park. Summer was watching the burnt orange swirled in the clouds and the dry grass on the hairs of your arm. Summer was glancing down the road every once in a while thinking of Winter. Summer was a teasing reminder of the rapid passing months, leading to frost. Summer was the warm breeze blowing on the swing, a mean shove of thoughts of your breath immersed in the air, of the pink tinge on your cheeks. On the loss of words from ice, but the night in its unforgotten eyes . Summer was a blissful thought of future, but a reminiscent of Winter.