Dear Summer 2017,
This melodramatic letter is required to express my utmost grief about your passing. You came as swift as a hurricane, but instead of torrential rains, you drenched me in days of sunshine; vacations in previously unexplored cities; concerts that required full throttle screaming along with a crowd who knew every lyric; and many extra hours spent sleeping in my bed even with the clock reading past noon.
You will be severely missed. You will be mourned in the quiet folds of my mind as I smell that new textbook smell and each time I hit ‘snooze’ on my alarm clock at 6 a.m. You will be missed as I stare at the moving mouths of my teachers, wanting to block out announcements of homework and test dates. You will never be forgotten amidst the locker slams, the shuffling of papers, and the purple under eye circles slowly developing.
What did you teach me before you passed? Well, an abundance of things. You taught me that change is inevitable, but that it’s most important to live in the moment. You taught me to cherish the free hours that I filled up, spending time with friends and exploring beautiful places. You brought me to the skyscrapers of new cities and showed me the world out there that is waiting for me. Most importantly, you taught me that summer is a state of mind I’m going to need to maintain even when the seasons change and the sweatshirts are rolled out and everything is flavored pumpkin. I’m going to need to remember the stars I saw, the places I played, the strangers that became friends, the lessons I learned, and the nights I’ll never forget.
Rest In Peace, Summer 2017. You will be greatly missed.