I have a love/hate affair with Summer. It's closer to hate most of the time, but there's something special about a Summer night. Where Winter nights are still and calm, Summer nights are alive and electric, even if there's not much going on. It's almost a sense of unease, but it's exciting nonetheless.
Honestly, I've been trying to write more about this for hours, but the words aren't coming to me. Maybe that's the best way to go about this. Summer nights are good for being loud and having fun, but they're even better for staying quiet and pondering. Sure. What do Summer nights mean to you?