Nostalgia and Freedom
Today I had a moment of nostalgia that I hadn't felt for some time. For the first time since I was a child, I suppose I'm on Summer break. For the last several years, Summer carried with it a certain nostalgic element, but one that was still different. Much like the days of my youth, Summer meant finding some body of water to float around on or swim in. Summer meant much less time spent in my home and much more time out and about. Summer meant staying up late, spontaneity, and that peculiar sense of invigoration that's found during the cool of a Summer's day. The world bursts into shades of green, and that really stirs something up inside of me. The similarities end right about there. When I think about what my Summer's were truly like, I think about the raw potential that every day carried. By and large, each day was characterized because of a complete lack of an agenda. I never was involved in any camps, clubs, or extra-curriculars. Most days were simply