At the bottom of everything...

Today I woke from a dreamless sleep and felt days of summer in air. Summer my favorite time of year. It's the end of things like school and rainy days. The sky so blue it's hard to remember the gray. Sunday afternoons on the beach with the girl you love and parties in the backyard with all your friends. Going to drag races with my dad and my brother and drinking ice tea. My memories of summer are mostly happy days riding my skateboard around downtown. My mom would drop me off at the skatepark downtown and I'd just ride for hours. There were days though of sneaking in the backdoor of the theater and watching like three movies in a row. At night we'd go down to the cemetery sit on somebodies tombstone and tell ghost stories. Other nights we'd get our guitars and drums together and jam all the songs we knew. As you got older you'd make love with your girl on the living room floor. And spend those days just staring at those floating mountains of white talking about your big plans. At the bottom of everything we were happy. It was before we found this liquid cure for all the bumps in the road. I think this summer will bring all those feelings back again. There's just something in the air.