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October 18th, 2009 | by admin |

Seven Summers into One

This summer has been the best summer of my life –a combination of most of my summers put together

-Aina-

1. Sky

Endless.

Every summer day, the sky would be a clear bright azure, typically cloudless. Uncountable hours would pass as I stared at the sky stretching across the horizons. I would relish awestruck at the depth of azure while the sun blinded my eyes, or I would catch occasional glimpses of sapphire in the holes of heavy rain clouds rolling along. Sometimes, I would fly my kite high, wondering if I could be blown away along. I would eat dinner at late hours, breathlessly dreaming away in the endless abyss of the sky. The sky was endless –and so were it’s possibilities.

2. Ocean

Unpredictable.

I cried frantically as the waves pulled me down. The water was ice-cold, despite the afternoon’s scorching heat. It was getting harder and harder to swim, and eventually, I would lose way to the water’s eager fingers; I would lose this vicious battle. Moments before, the waters had been calm, ripples unheard of. But as surely as it was calm, all of a sudden, the lake was rough and rain poured down in buckets. And then, with a last fateful ear-splitting crack, my kayak gave away. A moment’s hesitation later, dark freezing waters surrounded me. The ocean is always unpredictable.

3. Moon

Calm.

To me, the moon has always shown the brightest in the summer. This year was no exception. I would sit quietly by the windowsill, waiting for light to fade into darkness, so that the moon would finally rise. When the moon was finally overhead, waves of calmness would engulf me. Even if I was in rage a few minutes before, I would instantly be calm. That was a fact. It would always happen when I look at the glittering moon, whether it was a sliver of a crescent or a rounded full moon. It’s the ‘magic’ of the moon; calmness.

4. Sun

Protecting.

The sun shines almost every day of the summer. Caressing rays of the sun filter through, bringing every room a warm glow. Warmth would seep into bodies as a day of sunshine arouses excitement. I’d get caught up in the middle of my parent’s plan for a family day in sun-warmed lake waters or my sister’s plan for an afternoon of sun tanning on the beach. But I prefer to just sit outside, sunlight all around me, warmth on my back and think. I know that the sun protects us from the cold and brings joy; the sun is protecting.

5. Ice Cream

Sweet.

Lick. Lick. –Short pause to swallow- Lick. Lick. That’s the music I hear –and join in on about every hot summer day. It’s the music of babies, kids, teenagers, middle-aged adults, and seniors licking their ice cream on the sidewalks, on buses, restaurants or almost anywhere for that matter. The many ice cream flavours –vanilla, mint, chocolate, strawberry, cotton candy… is savoured at every bite and refreshingly sweet on the tongues of many people –a cooling down treat. Sweetness is both a moral and adjective of taste, and both are appreciated and liked by all. Ice cream overflows in sweetness.

6. Games

Fun.

There are many games I enjoy –board games, Checkers, Connect Four or Snakes and Ladders for example, or games of chase like Frozen Tag and Cops and Robbers, or even sports like Soccer and Badminton. Those all have it’s similarities –it’s a game, and a game’s end results is that you have fun, which make you happy. I prefer any game, and because of that, I’ve made a new friend, Anita. And inventing a game with her was a highlight of the summer. Whether it’s a single-player games or multi-player games, for competition or just for fun, games are fun.

7. Fire

Breath.

On the cool nights that summer brings, fires are our company. Toasty cheers maybe brought, along with warmth. Roasting marshmallows and campfire merry-making are what many people consider a pleasant memory of summertime camping. Silently watching colourful driftwood fires crackle while the gray smoke rise to the heavens, was my memory. On sandy beaches, I would watch them every night, glad to know that I can just breathe, taking everything at a slow pace. A fire rushes and burns, leaving with just the flickers of a dying fire and it’s ashes in mere hours. Fire taught me to just breathe.

8. Anchor

Unmoving.

An anchor; a large metal hook, set into the ground to prevent ships from floating away. This summer overall, was like an anchor. It was a connection to almost every summer I’ve had, all forced into one. It kept me from floating away and forgetting every year; all completely different, only half-remembering the oldest ones and almost living in the most recent one. An anchor is unmoving, refusing to give up and stubborn to hold on. And because of my refusal to give up every almost perfect, straightforward, one-thing summer, I’ve created a true, perfect summer. An Anchor is unmoving.

This was truly a perfect, exciting and relaxing summer. It reflected all of myself, and this summer would alwa
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this summer will always be in my heart.

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