Missing Summer

I'm sitting here at The Charleton office again, helping a little bit with the newspaper. I throw my two cents in and do a bit of copy editing. It makes me want to apply for a position here. I won't, since I think it will be easier all around if I just hang out and help out a lot. I'm sure once school starts I will be super busy as will the office here making it less fun and peaceful. I look out over the rooftops of my university to a cloudy blue sky stretching out away from me. I feel like I'm missing out on summer again. I want to feel the warm wind stirring my hair and the sweet smell of lightly sweaty skin. I need to be tanned and my hair to be lightened, strung with shinning copper strands. Running barefoot through wet grass or soft sand. I want the summers of my childhood. I want the long, easy, peaceful days and nights without work, school, or responsibility.