Monthly Playlist: August for My Soul 08022

In our grayer days I happen to forget how lucky we are.

Summer exists to remind me.

Remind me how gentle the breeze from the window of my childhood room is.

How warm the sun.

How close the beach.

How soft the sand.

How blue the sky.

How dark the night.

How frequent the fireworks.

Summer is for walking around this town you thought you'd never move back to, feeling like it hugs you tight and won't let you go, without setting a next date.

Summer is for the childhood friends who have grown into their dreams and keep dreaming bigger.

It's for remembering how many of your dreams have already come true.

And for the hopes of many yet to come.

Last days. Remember how lucky you are.