The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.
Smell the sea, and feel the sky. Let your soul and spirit fly.
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
I love how summer just wraps its arms around you like a warm blanket.
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.
Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.
One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.