This summer will be different, because of the awkward endings and the hazy beginnings of something more than themselves, spelled out against the stars above the front porch.

There are no plans, no rumpled maps or plane tickets, no last-minute phone calls or reservations to make. This is the closest to freedom that summer has to offer.

It will be different. Everyone grows up eventually, so now would be a good time to start.


I need for it to be summer right now.