When I hear about someone’s wonderfully lazy, relaxing, multiple novel reading, refreshing, summer vacation, I feel super nostalgic for the summers of my youth: No work. No school. No responsibility. And (what seemed like) endless stretches of time.
As an adult who does not take summer breaks, I find summer in the small moments like harvesting basil for homemade pesto, watching an afternoon thunderstorm roll in, wearing flip flops, and digging my feet in the hot sand after a dip in a cold alpine lake.
And on the weekends, oh those summer weekends, I like to get out of the house and try really hard to forget that I have to go back to work on Monday.
Weekends like this are the best way for me to find summer. How about you?