Summer is as much a state of mind as a season. It’s salty-haired and sandy-footed. It’s the scent of chlorine and the sizzle of charcoal. It’s the invitation of an empty hammock under a shade tree. It’s youth, freedom, and thick tomato sandwiches. And I never want it to end. Do not tell me about your back-to-school sales or your shorter days. I have no interest in whether that cool evening breeze is a harbinger of another season that will, for now, go nameless. Let it be summer forever and ever, if only in our imaginations and on our skin.
Photo: Gilles Bensimon/Trunk Archive
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