Fields of Gold

          With summer quickly approaching, my limbs began to ache with wanderlust. My family plans to visit the mid-west - Iowa, Wisconsin, and Minnesota - where I will document my adventures with film and see my family that I haven’t seen in years. I’ll lounge on my grandparent’s boat in the afternoon sunshine on the lake I adore so much and fish and laugh and sing. For the first time in years, I will be able to fully embrace the beauty of vacation, my environment, and the magical moments I’ll share with my family members. Thanks to recovery, I am now capable of appreciating the things I could not before. And because of film photography, I have acquired a more perspicacious eye for the exquisite obscurities of everyday life. 
          I want to feel the golden kisses of the sun on my skin and listen to the subtle whispers of the ocean as the breeze wraps wisps of my salty hair around my neck. I want to awake to yellow rays filtrating through my window and I want to stay up until the sky fades from velvety purple into rosy pink and hazy blue. I long for picnics with strawberries and sandwiches and consecutive sleepovers with friends. I want to make chicken Caesar salads for lunch while blasting French music. I’ll watch as many movies as I can and spend hours at the library, browsing for books to engross myself in and for characters to meet. 
          I’ll be reunited with my best friend after not being able to see her for months. We’ll watch Star Wars, go on night walks, and drink excessive amounts of Diet Coke. I’ll be a muse again. I’ll garb myself in pretty dresses, paint my lips, and we’ll go to beautiful places and take pictures. If we’re lucky, we can go to Disney Land, like we did last year, and wander around, go on rides, and get frustrated with the ridiculous crowds and overpriced food. We’ll eat Nutter Butters and frozen yogurt. We’ll sing duets along with my acoustic guitar. We’ll have those languid days where we do nothing at all; but it will still be wonderful because we’d be together. We’ll finally have our treatment reunion and we’ll pretend it’s like old times, when we were all struggling to recover, and joke about our experiences, share anecdotes, and reminiscence about the past.
          I’ll finish all of my art projects I started during the school year and come up with new ones. I’ll have a dinner party and hang fairy lights in my backyard. I’ll write poetry on my typewriter and attempt to finish my book and plethora of short stories. I cannot wait to learn more about myself through my travels and new experiences. I want summer so badly that I’m willing to tolerate even the negative aspects of it: indolence, laziness, idleness, and boredom. Being around my family and certain friends too much will probably drive me insane. I’ll find solace in my writing, art, and alone time. 
          Oh summer! My elusive, seasonal lover! I have written so many love letters to you and have begged you numerous times throughout the year to visit me soon. And now, you are finally on your way to bring me warmth and happiness. Until you arrive, I shall patiently wait for you, even though everyday I yearn for your presence.