arbutus lake

I miss living outdoors on a lake, watching the sunset every night, and lying on my bunk listening to summer storms roll across the water. I miss living as simply as a child, getting away from the world and just being happy for awhile. I miss the hot sun and the outdoor showers, spending afternoons lifeguarding or running through the woods. I miss the sounds of kids laughing and birds chirping or the bell ringing for another chaotic meal. I miss writing letters, braiding hair, singing songs around campfires and not caring how we look. Everyone adapts to summer life, their skin a little darker, their hair a little lighter, gradually becoming a  wilder, happier and more honest version of themselves by the time they leave.