Hail The Coming Of Summer

Guzzle,
Chills,
Darkness ,
Wind.
 
A gush of fresh air breezes through my hair,
All I have to do is stare.
 
Glorious,
Victorious,
Magnificent,
Content.
 
The scent of summer carried by the wind,
I’ve been waiting for this all year, this moment so distinct.
                                                        
Free,
Happy,
Tireless,
Careless.
 
There is not a thing that I would change,
This moment, this place.