Lemonade. My mouth tastes like summer, like sunshine. It’s raining outside — it’s May, and it’s raining. But in this moment I feel bright; so vivid is the warmth of the rays against my skin I can feel my freckles blooming across my cheeks. Sour and sweet, fresh and full of promise; I guess this is what summer is always like.
For now I am 23 and it is raining and this lemonade is fleeting and I am left with dreams for June.