In winter, the sun sets at 4:30 PM, making you feel like the day is over before it starts. But in summer? The sun lingers until 8:00 or 9:00 PM. Those extra hours of daylight feel like a bonus track on a favorite album. You can finish work at 5:00 PM and still have time for a bike ride, a beach trip, or a backyard barbecue without turning on a single porch light. That long, slow dusk gives you permission to be lazy and productive all at once. Close your eyes and listen. I like summer season because of the ambient noise. It is the sound of a lawnmower two blocks away. The rhythmic tch-tch-tch of a sprinkler hitting pavement. The buzzing of cicadas in the trees, so loud and constant that it becomes a white noise machine for the soul.
There are no early morning school buses blocking traffic. No frantic homework sessions at the kitchen table. The pace of life literally slows down. For parents, summer means no packing lunches at 6:00 AM. For everyone else, it means quieter mornings and the ability to take a "vacation day" without coordinating with a school calendar. Summer is society’s permission slip to be less productive and more present. Vanity? Maybe. But I like summer season because of how my body looks and feels. i like summer season because
Fireflies (or lightning bugs, depending on where you live) don’t exist in winter. They don’t exist indoors. They are the exclusive property of humid summer evenings. Watching a field of blinking yellow lights rise from the grass at twilight feels like witnessing a fairy rave. It reminds you that nature has secrets we still don’t fully understand. And for children, catching a firefly in a mason jar (with air holes!) is a rite of passage. Winter requires planning. You check the weather forecast, the road conditions, and the wind chill factor. Summer requires nothing but a tank of gas. In winter, the sun sets at 4:30 PM,
But even those complaints are part of the charm. Because after a sweaty, bug-bitten, sunburned summer day, you get to sit on the porch at 9:00 PM with a cold drink, the air finally cooling down, and think, "Yeah. That was worth it." So, if you ever ask me, "Why do you like summer?" I won't give you a one-word answer. I'll tell you about the fireflies. I'll describe the taste of a peach eaten over the sink. I'll try to explain the feeling of floating in a lake, staring at clouds, while the rest of the world rushes around on land. Those extra hours of daylight feel like a