outside it’s boiling, inside it’s freezing. i can’t sit still, but i can’t leave. this is no way to spend a friday afternoon.
i close my eyes and pretend i’m on summer vacation. i want to hang out in the swimming pool, ride my 10-speed up and down the street and eat otter pops until my tongue turns purple. i want to sit in a circle by the street lamp with the big kids and act like i know what they’re talking about. i want to climb trees in the neighbors’ back yard and then rinse off in the sprinklers.
in my head, guitar riffs that ring loudest this time of year. in my heart, a hundred thousand fireflies.