Catch Me

I don’t have a favorite season. I have a favorite feeling. It’s that windows down, silent back roads with dirty feet and salt water smell in my hair feeling. It’s when I can walk straight outside without pausing to search for a jacket. It is curtains dancing around my room because the cool breeze is pushing against its fabric. It is sunsets after ice cream and grass as my pillow. It’s the sound of lawnmowers, of crashing waves and the rain falling against my window sill. It’s the feeling of happiness when you encounter packets of shade and long walks along a gravel road. I don’t have a favorite season, I have a favorite feeling.