Every year that summer rolls around I always wake up in the morning with some kind of calm nostalgic feeling. It’s already begun this year and I have yet to finish my last final. Summer really is my favorite part of the year- it gives me good memories that my body keeps all on its own without much help from me. 

I really like the damp early mornings. I used to sit in them every day on the baseball field bleachers at my high school waiting for my best friend. I used to watch them it from inside my house when I was younger while my dad turned on the Vietnamese music he loved on the loud stereos he loved and my mom looked through the refrigerator for something to make for breakfast.

I like the humid nights when the only thing you can hear are those incessant crickets and, on the East Coast, you can watch the fireflies in the dark. 

I like the feeling of the A/C when you just turn it on and I do not like the suffocating feeling I always get when it’s really hot and humid.

I like the beach. There was a couple days two summers ago where I sat there in the morning reading Crime and Punishment and watching the surfers in the water waiting to catch a wave thinking man, that’d be cool to be out there too. I went there a lot with my best friend too. I really like the beach. 

Man, I’m especially looking forward to this summer. With work and luck, I’ll finally get to travel outside this country to Japan and hear if the crickets there are as loud and see if the fireflies are as bright as they are here.