summer always feels like a second chance.to start over. to slow down. to remember what makes you feel alive.bare skin, warm wind, sticky fruit fingers, soft sunrises.i donβt care about the heat or the sand in weird places β i care about moments.the ones that leave freckles on my nose and softness in my heart.i think this summerβ¦ iβll let it touch every part of me.you coming with me?