i like hot, sticky summers which crawl across your skin and leave bruises of blue skies and grass green. they linger on your eyelashes and catch in the sun, a little murmur of birds singing and screeching children caught in the rain.
i like the sunburn on your face, sprawling under your eyes and making the freckles on your cheeks pop. the scent of peppermint in your hair as you lay on sizzling concrete and soak july into your skin.
i like warm, breezy evenings which take hold of your shoulders and whisper hello in the most dulcet tones. they cry out to be noticed as the sun fades and rushed cuddles are replaced with long, languid kisses, late night dinners and hushed songs.